Below are a few images from La Paz, which Paul Theroux described as having a woundlike landscape. I think he said that because he suffered a bad cut to his hand while in this city (accidentally self-inflicted, poor Paul) and was forced to mope around town for a while, visiting a number of pharmacies and leaving, eventually, with a white mitt over his hand and a scar that would stay with him forever.
So, woundlike? I think not. That sounds kind of gross to me. Yes, La Paz has the colors of a wound - red and white stone, red roofs, always the pavement and dirt roads - but it's vibrant and green in parts, with exciting food and great murals and begrudgingly nice people. The bread ladies didn't like me, though. Can I see the bread? I would ask. It's just bread, how many do you want.
Or, May I please have a bag for my bread? I might inquire. No one gets a bag for two breads, NO ONE.
Okay then!
In any case, enjoy these pictures from high and chilly La Paz!
xx
So, woundlike? I think not. That sounds kind of gross to me. Yes, La Paz has the colors of a wound - red and white stone, red roofs, always the pavement and dirt roads - but it's vibrant and green in parts, with exciting food and great murals and begrudgingly nice people. The bread ladies didn't like me, though. Can I see the bread? I would ask. It's just bread, how many do you want.
Or, May I please have a bag for my bread? I might inquire. No one gets a bag for two breads, NO ONE.
Okay then!
In any case, enjoy these pictures from high and chilly La Paz!
xx
Hi my dear, I've just been spending some time catching up on your blog, and it has been a great treat. I almost feel that I am with you--you write so beautifully. I'm incredibly impressed by your skill and your bravery as you travel and see all these amazing things. Let's try to chat soon. love, Liza
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