Parque Arqueológico Nacional Ollantaytambo. The Incan temple of the sun is at the top,
above all those precisely fitted retaining walls and steps beginning 2800 meters
(9200 feet) above sea level.
I got up. I can get down.
Sometimes a photographer looks up when climbing with his camera and sees
a beautiful woman in white looking around.
If you have a guinea pig, don't bring the fat little rodent to Peru, where is is a delicacy.
After lunch, four chalanes performed precision maneuvers.
An exhibition by weavers in the Quechua village of Chinchero was superb. The women washed and cleaned alpaca wool, created dyes before our eyes, dyed the wool, spun it, and showed the weaving and the finished goods. Fascinating!
And, one of the women showed how an indigenous woman swaddles and carries her baby.
After all of that, how can you not buy some stuff, whether you need it or not?
I am away again until mid-March.