Recently while walking on Granville Street in Vancouver I
noticed a striking blonde.There was something about her that was familiar. I approached her and asked her if she knew who
Eva Perón was. She mentioned immediately a song, Don’t Cry for Me Argentina but
she confessed that she knew no more about Evita. I persuaded her to pose for me
in my little Kitsilano studio. I asked a few questions. It seems that her
husband is some sort of a butcher of Italian descent.
