Rob and I hired a taxi in Cusco and drove out about an hour outside of town to Chicheron in the Peruvian Highlands to check out a local market. It was probably one of the most colorful days we have experienced here. The locals come in with their vegetables, spices, produce, meat and sell everything under tarps in the center of the market. Their counterparts who are catering to the tourists ring the outer square of the market selling: handmade blankets, hats, mittens, purses, belts, embroidered landscapes, Pachamama statues, bronze llamas and alpacas, flutes of all sizes and shapes, various small metal objects in the shape of their gods which act as knives or bottle openers, cocoa products leaves and teas. The whole market is abuzz with trading and negotiating, with the colorful indigenous costumes of the women in their multilayered skirts and tribal specific trimmed hats, the children running around and the men eating and drinking around the cooking fires. The business of life and gossip, trade and livelihood is being done.
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