A beautiful day in Buenos Aires.
We're staying in Recoleta, a central location that looks superficially like Paris and is famous for it's cemetery. In death, Eva Peron, the great and good (and sometimes bad) of Argentina, call this place home.
A year ago, I hatched a plan to get away from London, the City job and off the hamster wheel of life, at least for a while. All things considered, my timing could not have been better.
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