Hemingway was right: this is "the saddest, gray city". I do disagree about the sad part, but the gray description at least this time of year, is accurate. The fog hangs over the city like a blanket. So why did Pizarro build his Sparkling Empire here? He founded the city in January 156?, when the sky was brilliantly sparklingly blue. The middle of summer here.
Our hostel, theh 1900 Hostel, is directly across the busy thoroughfare from the MALI, the Mueseo de Arte de Lima. We caught the last day of an exhibit on Carlos Baca-Flor Sunday. A lifetime of work was on display, from drawings he made during his teenage years to the portraits of JP Morgan the year before he died, and the Parisian street scenes and landscapes he dabbled with in between. We walked about 100 miles yesterday (OK, maybe that´s an exaggeration!), to the downtown to see the Catedral (of course), the Governor´s Palace and several pretty plazas. In the Plaza San Martin, we found the statue of the Lady of the Llama. She was supposed to have a flame on her head, but the spanish for flame and llama is apparently the same word, and the sculptor chose lifestock. ohwell. The city is tranquil, in spite of the heavy traffic, and clean.
I just tried to insert a picture here, and will need to work on the method...Stuart is waiting to begin our day´s adventures, so will sign off now.
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