These pictures are of the yard around the restaurant in Sacred Valley where we had lunch. I met a small boy here who wanted to know about my shoes, where I bought them, and how much they cost. I teased him and asked him to come home with me and get some. He said ‘no’, but he and his mother came and got me off the bus as we were leaving to get my address so he could write to me. I didn’t get his picture, but, he was around 8 years old and his name was Rodrigo. I hope he writes…..
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