Sucre - birthplace of liberty!



Sucre. Still technically the capital, sort of, not really but at least it has the courts. Another old colonial city, pretty architecture, lively pubs and restaurants at night and nothing to do during the day (I think we were doing it wrong, should have been so hungover during the day that we couldn't make it out 'til the next night). There was a parade with brass band (playing a much livelier versions of the tune that Simon & Garfunkel made into "I'd rather be a hammer than a nail...") and parade, maybe as part of the upcoming bicentenary celebrations (of independence from Spain) or just because the Miss Bolivia competition was in town. Causing quite a frisson of excitment - even Karl took a photo of a bunch of the gals on the town.

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