A good night's sleep. Awoken by children singing in the school behind the hotel. Chilled out for a couple of hours in the hammocks at the back of the hotel and then a taxi to the Mirador at the north of the town.
We wander down toward the centre of town and visited the Monastery of Santa Cantalina, which is actually a convent. Ostensibly a club for rich girls: the greater the dowry given on joining the convent the greater the space and privileges accorded.
In the convent there is a storyboard about the Vatican attempting to limit the nuns to only one slave!
'Purple people', month long religious event in the Plaza des Armas. The devout wander around in purple robes secured with a white cord, and those that have to work wear just the chord around their necks; knotted like a hangman's noose.
Found a cluster of North African and Turkish cafes and restaurants on the above the Plaza on the eastern side. Excellent places to chill out and great coffee.
Saw Juanita, the 'Ice Maiden' in the museum and then walked home.
Another quiet night in. Singing and dancing at the school tonight.
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