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Monday, August 1, 2011

Seeing Copacabana

Here are a few snapshots from Copacabana, a little city eight kilometers from the Peru-Bolivia frontera. Copacabana is the base for visiting the islas on the Bolivian side; thus, it's a little touristy, especially on the beach, which is covered in ridiculous swan-shaped paddleboats for rent. You can't walk five feet without tripping over some artisan from Argentina or Chile or the South of France, and then you have to look at all the beautiful stuff they have, the stones that come from Peru and the Bolivian jungle. Still, Copacabana is a gorgeous place steeped in history and with a very rich indigenous presence. It holds, like, 300 festivals a year, and I witnessed one - on that day, everyone brought their car to the cathedral to have it blessed with holy water and cheap sparkling wine and then decorated with so many flowers on the windshield you wonder how the drivers can see. Alas, I have no pictures of these dangerously beautiful cars, but I'll trust my dear readership to imagine it for themselves.

Anyway, enjoy! Miss you all. xx

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