Laid Low in Lovely Lima

Ironic, almost tragic, that my plumbing should fail the evening we arrive in Lima, capital to South America's culinary awakening. No awakening for me, however. I, by contrast, sleep for 36hrs almost straight, getting up a couple times for a banana or a rice cake. 

When I'm finally back on my feet, we hit a few of the sites, watch the changing of the guard, an Andean carnival procession, take the shade of ancient olive trees.  

In my state, early impressions of this town are muted, but Flo is smitten. More on return to Lima from Cuzco. Next stop Machu Picchu.