Limped around Salta on a quiet sunday afternoon - the city, like most here, is transformed into a 1950's quaintness on sunday with 90% of businesses closed.
Started my diatribe about my mis-adventures in Bolivia but couldn't finish - it was that horrible!
The catholics here have a cathedral that should make the pope green with envy - it really is magnificent! And the production value of the evening mass was Broadway, all the way (sound, lighting, ambiance - you name it - they nailed it, all the way down to the choir being perfectly but softly broadcast into the plaza); standing room only at 9 PM with many solo teenagers representing the standing at the back - they're obviously doing many things right.
I head out to Tucuman tomorrow - a short ride with a long one to Cordoba the following day.
Nick
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