This is not a still-life painting. It's marzipan that I bought at San Antonio's. Isn't it lovely? What I'm really bummed about is that I didn't buy the marzipan potato the size of a toddler's fist. When else will I have a chance to buy a giant marzipan potato?! What was I thinking? This would fit into the "You know you're in Peru when...." category.
I made this photo absurdly dark so that you can see the houses better, although they're still at a distance. This is one of the sites we pass every time we go on the bus to Lima. When people moved from the highlands to the capital in search of work, they built shacks and shantytowns anywhere they could find space. Eventually they replaced the reed mats with concrete and we have left these strange neighborhoods reminiscent of the Southwest's Anasazi cliff dwellings. There are stairs up the hills but not roads. How'd you like to carry your groceries up this hill?
