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
