All trips have an end, and ours came with a final stop in Lima before we headed back to Europe. Lima is a huge city, and we ended up only seeing a tiny fraction of it: we were a bit drained by all previous stops, and, while it seemed like a good idea before the trip, spending our final day in the capitol megalopolis was somewhat underwhelming.
What I’m mostly bringing back home is the almost-always grey sky over the vastness of the Pacific Ocean; all the gentle explanations by our local guide V., the El Cordano bar were for a moment we felt like Peruvians from a century ago; the Monasterio de San Francisco with his catacombs , a place of ancient faith and - like almost everywhere in Perù - a good degree of syncretism; and the Museo Larco, where we learned more of pre-Inca and Inca history in an hour then we did during the rest of the trip. Eating and drinking in Lima is a blast, and we had the best dinner and the largest (catedral!) pisco sour at Panchita.
M. and P. were off early in the morning, and I still had a final day to kill alone before my flight. This happened to be on a Sunday, and by serendipity the city center was taken by storm by dozens of folkloristic groups dancing to celebrate the Dia del Nino and the Virgen de Copacabana, plus by all the local Virgin Mary’s statues brought in procession in the streets after the Sunday masses. It was a nice way of saying farewell to Perù, with the most colourful and noisy goodbye I could have hoped for. Hasta Luego, tupananchiskama!