Cemetery Sky

This was one of our last stops before the border crossing to Bolivia. The town was beautifully deserted under the bright blue sky. Well, not quite deserted, but it lacked a certain bustle.

It was fairly average, apart from boasting of a church which had a giant that came out and blessed everyone at midday. The blessing was fairly scary and seemed more like a scolding.

There was a statue of an indian looking out over the town and onwards over the peaks that surrounded it. Behind it lay a cemetery. We ambled through looking at the tombs and the bright, wild glow of the fake plastic flowers emblazoning their tribute to the departed in the bright sun. It was gaudy but I felt touched, I like the vibrancy of the celebration of death here. It wasn't quite a Mexican Dia de los muertos but it was close to that sort of fiesta of colour and Latin Spirit.

More stalls selling more llama knit wear

The Indian statue

The giant, not sure how blessed I felt afterwards...

Tribute

And so, goodbye Argentina, we're off to Bolivia now. But I'll be back one day....