
It has been five years since Mr and Mrs Amos checked...
In Buenos Aires for the first time, I find it almost impossible to get the dramatic tunes from the musical ‘Evita’ out of my head. And, oddly enough, although the country has moved on from the dark Peronist days of the 1950s, it seems the soundtrack of the city, apart from the moody, broody tangos you hear played everywhere, often includes Don’t Cry for me Argentina, piped through the sound systems in shopping malls and hotel lobbies.
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