Mirador

Today we walked up the hill to the Recoleta, an old monastery that has a beautiful view of the city.

Walked up this

  We found the museum of indigenous art, and went through. No photos allowed.  It was a nice museum and it focused on their handwoven textiles. As expected,  each region has its own patterns and colors, and techniques. Some represent the sky and sun, some the land, some the devil. Actually,  the further along through the museum we went, the more clear the devil worship became. They also highlighted their traditional dances, and dancing outfits. These dances were for specific times of the year ... around modern day Carnaval. The dances were purposefully chaotic and at times vulgar and animalistic. The brightly contrasting colored outfits with masks and hats also encourage chaos reminiscent of demons.
One region's weavings were always black and red, and each character depicted was a spiritistic being of the underworld. They clearly were deep into pagan worship, and loved it. More modern weavings included churches and crosses right along with the demon figures.

It was incredibly interesting to see all of this plainly,  in woven art and documented tradition. And this type of worship is still extremely common - promoting the devil and making burnt sacrifices to him and "mother earth", in spite of most Bolivians claiming to be Catholic.

After that, I looked closer at the woven items being sold at the markets, to be sure to avoid anything connected to that!

We had lunch at the cafe at the overlook, which was a lovely way to spend the afternoon.

Then it was goodbye Sucre, we flew back to Cochabamba.  It was the shortest flight I've ever been on, about 30 minutes. The other option was a 12+ hour bus ride.


Everyone wins a point, I gave you an easy fruit,  fig! Oh the fig jam is delicious.
Now a hard one, literally.
It's time to play Name that Fruit! Who can tell me what Stacie is holding?