Marsh offers short sketches of his travels in Argentina--walking up steep hills with pilgrims, listening to the poetry of declining aristocratic landowners, riding around on buses, being dumped by his tango instructor, bunking on the floor of local schoolhouses in places where there are no arrangements for tourists and witnessing the gulf between indigenous people and European emigrants. These are all lightweight, and Marsh knows he is an outsider, but it is very striking that he steers way around the ugly past except for one man's reminiscence of the Perons.