I'm here in Cuzco, once the capital of the mighty Incan empire. How things change ....
I ran into a parade yesterday, full of colorful costumes, music, and dancing. I'm not sure what they were celebrating, but here is a short video and some pictures of the festivities.
There were 50 to a hundred different groups of people, each group dressed in its own costume ranging from traditional Andean dress (bowler hats on the women, with colorful round dresses) to the bizarre (there was a group dressed as hobos, with fake gray beards; pictured to the right).
At the head of each group in the parade were signs displaying that group's affiliation. Comite de Huevos, Comite de Jugos (Egg Committee, Juice Committee)--perhaps they were proud of their food. I don't know. I asked a passerby what it was all about, but his Spanish was too fast, and he didn't stick around to repeat what he said.
Nearby was an outdoor food court, where one could watch the cooks roast up cuy (guinea pig) over a hot fire. I opted to hit the supermarket and buy groceries--rice and beans for me, no rodents, please. I think I'll form the Comite de Frijoles y Arroz.