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Eva Peron, a country girl who became a big city Argentine performer,

married the country's President and her populist themes rang a bell

with poor Argentine citizens. Though she has been dead for decades,

she is still revered by many Argentines, and political parties still

are known as Peronista parties, as this one from the Tigre area of

Buenos Aires. Your ratings and critiques are invited and most

welcome. If you rate harshly or very critically, please submit a

helpful and constructive comment; please share your superior

photographic knowledge to help improve my photography. Thanks!

Enjoy! John

I thought for a moment you went back in time. WOW!

I love all the blue colors that pop out at you in this picture The blue colors of Argentina.

You got a great street photo full of the aftermath of a parade like festival. You will laugh at me. Start now!! But one of my favorite plays and musicals is Evita.

Ok, now stop laughing. Seriously I really love the politics of how one woman could change a country. This woman was very manipulative not unlike another woman who will not be mentioned for fear of my life. Just kidding.

HA!

No politics, religion or spelling aloud to be mentioned right ;) ~ he he

Seriously, this woman made an incredible change in a country and you captured the love they still have for her in this moment all the way down to yothe young kids in the street. I love it!

~ micki

Evita stood, for the first time with the downtrodden Argentinians, whose future was supposed to be as bright as the United States with all its own natural resources and a similar geography . . . and isolation from attack from Europe or the Orient, also like the U.S., but somehow its wealth got squandered.

Evita stood for manipulating AND used the common man as her excuse/crutch/symbol -- and was so powerful her body was spirited off to Europe after she died, but now she's buried in Buenos Aires famed Recoleta Cemetery, which is ringed on two or three sides by restaurants, nightclubs, 'gentlemen's clubs' with 'ladies of convenience' -- even a shopping mall on one side, and a cemetery full of feral cats, which are fed daily by cemetery goers.

And the cemetery is full of two and three story monuments to aggrandizement after death, in a South American tradition that is unmatched anywhere else I've been -- you have to see it to believe it -- Recoleta Cemetery -- where the rich and powerful are buried. Evita got there because of her family's lineage, which was NOT populist, but patrician, while her husband, Juan Peron, had to settle for a different final resting place, because he didn't qualify to have his early remains interred in Recoleta. That was a birthright he didn't have.

From birth to death (birthright) is how Argentina once was ruled, but Evita 'stood for' something else, even if it didn't stop with her and even if she was not really a poor peasant girl.

Generals took over the government for a while in the early '80s and their 'enemies' were shoved out of airplanes high over the Atlantic to their deaths -- the 'disappeared ones', and their relatives gather outside City Hall and other government buildings every Thursday to continue to press the government for info on their 'disappearances'.

I have wonderful photos of those people and their barricading from this particular day, when their forces were greater than usual.

You have to know the story, but with the story the photos are evocative, but you won't find them here.

(they'll probably end up as 'stock photo' some time, as the travel books always mention these people and there are NO photos of them.

I love the girls expressions, as though they've being chased by Evita's ghost herself.

Argentina and Ukraine share colors -- blue and gold -- imagine that -- two places I'd most like to be (with a very little money to lead a good life), and a flag that's almost identical -- and both countries are absolutely 'mad' about football (soccer to you).

But Argentinians are very well fed with meat at every meal; and the Ukrainians have meat 'for holidays' in a large number of households, despite rich land that is not being used efficiently because no one knows who will own it in three or four years -- since it hasn't been all distributed.

US agribusiness firms have been crawling across Ukraine for the three years I've been going there, trying to boost yields on some very rich land, to gain a toehold for what will be Ukraine's eventual key to full stomachs for its residents -- it's unmatched and sweeping farmland.

Argentina, on the contrary, has more than enough land, and its numerous cattle just eat grass (you've never tasted beef so different than grass-fed Argentinian beef, which cooks in a thrice because it's both tender and mostly fat-free, not made from American 'factory steers' -- all hybridized for marbling) It's just like the ones Conquistadors brought with them when a few escaped and took up residents on the oceans of chlorophyll called the pampas (apologies to Johnny Apple, late food critic of the New York Times for that phrase).

Here's to you Micki, with the finest meal in town for $10 US and a $6 bottle of fabulous wine, worthy of Napa, Sonoma or Mendocino.

I'm going there as soon as I can get away and finish my business in Ukraine.

John (Crosley)