Sucre is quite a stark contrast to Potosi. This is where all the wealthy families with money from the mines in Potosi settled. It’s the capital of Bolivia, and called the white city, it’s easy to see why as nearly all the buildings are white.
We looked around at all the alpaca goods. I got a sweater, which Darren says is perfect for ugly sweater parties, but it’s so warm, I don’t care what it looks like. A number of dreadlocked travellers were trying to fund their travels by making and selling bracelets in one of the squares.
The buildings were fancier than anything we’d seen in Bolivia and most of Spain too, even the street signs were very ornate.
We visited the cemetery, which was actually a great public space. It was shaded and cool, and lots of school kids were hanging out here. There were walls and walls of small crypts with photos and memorabilia of the loved one, some even had mini awnings. Many had musical cards, which all played Für Elise at different tempos. It was a maddening sound. The school girls wore Wichita coats that made them look like doctors or scientists.
The city has a very nice central plaza – not too big, not to small, with lots of seating. The important buildings line the plaza, the church, the city hall. We sat here for most of the afternoon watching pigeons and people. People were selling snacks for the pigeons and snacks for the people.
During rush hour there are zebra mascots helping people cross the road, an idea that started in La Paz. It’s a fun idea, but unfortunate that it’s needed.
We had another amazing meal at a different veggie restaurant – this is proving to be a very us friendly city.
We had to walk to a different part of the city to catch our overnight bus, this was a little less pristine white and a bit sketchier. We made it all right though, and our bus was the nicest I’ve ever seen, which seems a little strange. We arrived in La Paz in the early morning.