Ah, nature !

Although Sucre is Bolivia’s constitutional capital, La Paz is de facto capital. That triggers a lot of issues in the area.

Four locals. Sucre is pretty much aboriginal. The first city I stop at in Bolivia is Santa Cruz, much whiter and richer. So rich the region is asking for its autonomy. Most people there have Brazilian ancestors.

Some sort of official building near the Plaza de Armas.

Can you guess who this important person is ?

That’s right – united we stand.

Corner of the Plaza de Arma.

Here, no gun but white-painted bamboo sticks.

Street food. Delicious.

I took considerable risks to take a picture of this (forbidden). Weaving is the quintessential local art.

These are not Bolivian samuraïs; but close.

This picture is dedicated to the man – Raphaël Oziel. He shall understand.

Weaving ’til death do her part.

Oops, she’s alive.

What a pompous title.

Uphill, a viewpoint overlooking the (4 000 m high) city.

Cute army kid. He may have a grenade in his pocket though.

Some more weaving.

L – is for the way you look, at me. O – is for the only one, I see…

Pretty, huh ?

Miguel, 23, studying tourism. I am still not sure why, but he decides to speak to me at great length (more than an hour) in spite of my obvious faint understanding of spanish.

Uniformed kids, back from school.