After an early rise, a habit we are not getting very good at breaking, we walked the “few” blocks to the Museum of Ethnic Art. The few blocks rivalled the steep streets of La Paz but at a much lower altitude. The museum is very well laid out with costumes and weavings the main items on display as well as some audio and video material on the singing and dancing of the indigenous people from around the nearby region.
Some very nice weaving, especially some in red and black, i’d have love to have bought but were a tad out of my price range. I guess the quality though was definitely visible and similar things in western stores would have cost probably thousands and not hundreds.
I was starting to feel ill in the museum, but thankfully a lookout was only a few steps away. It provided a nice view of Sucre and was also set in the grounds of the La Recoleta church. A beautiful spot, once you negotiated the cluster of craft stalls with the most upfront of Bolivians asking to buy things. In La Paz, you rarely got asked to buy something.
But I was a casualty for the rest of the day to the energy sapping Bolivian Belly. Dr Nellie Morales wasn’t on hand at the pharmacy, and they only gave me some probiotics in sachets to assist with the symptoms. I’m sure the girls enjoyed the rest of the day and evening, After all they did get home late after some barhopping and potential electrical fire issues the locals didn’t seem to care about (or so i’m told).