The most Parisian corner of Buenos Aires, with a city of the dead in the middle of it.
Explore โ Get Early AccessLow sun down the lanes, fewer groups
One for the cemetery, one for the streets
The tomb stories are the whole point
An easy walk from Retiro and the centre
The free walking tour of Recoleta was one of the best things we did in the city, and the cemetery is the reason. It is not a graveyard in any sense you are used to. It is a walled town of streets and blocks, six thousand vaults built like houses, and you wander it the way you would wander any old quarter. The neighbourhood around it is the city at its most European and rewards an afternoon on foot.
The cemetery opened in 1822 on the garden of the Recoletos convent, laid out by the French engineer Prospero Catelin, and the families who made their money in beef and wheat spent it here competing with one another in marble. Ninety four of the vaults are declared national historic monuments. The Basilica del Pilar beside the gates is older than all of it, finished in 1732.
Eva Peron is buried in her family's vault under the name Duarte, and it is deliberately modest: a black granite front on an ordinary lane, with no statue and no fuss. It took nearly twenty years and a journey across Europe for her body to end up there. The flowers are always fresh.
Recoleta is the city at its most Parisian, and the cemetery sits in the middle of it behind a wall you can walk past without noticing.



Past the portico the ground opens into what is unmistakably a town, laid out in streets, with a general standing at the first corner.



A president who buried the dictatorship, the general who followed the coup that removed Peron, the man who built the state oil company, and the caretaker who swept these lanes for thirty years. They are all within a few minutes of each other.







Block after block of marble, bronze and wrought iron, and no two neighbours agreeing on a style.






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