The golden church
Although tourist guides always list a lot of churches among the things you should see, I spent fifty days in South America and only saw one--Templo Nuestra Señora de la Merced. No one knows for sure how old it is. The order left in 1826, taking all their records with them, but it is believed to date from about 1540. Despite the pedestrian exterior, it is a remarkable church.
Above: the view from the organ loft.
I'm not up on the names of parts of churches, but this is the very front.
That's a lot of gilding.
I'm not up on the names of parts of churches, but this is the very front.
That's a lot of gilding.
From the main floor there are stairs to the organ loft and then narrow, twisting stairs up the bell tower and the roof.
Of course, having climbed the tower I had
to ring the bell. But gently.
It is a beautiful city of white buildings and red tile roofs.
Diagonally across from the church is the Convent of San Felipe Neri (1790's). I just happened to get a picture of a tourist taking a picture of me.
A few stray shots--
For some reason, people in zebra suits were directing traffic that afternoon.
The next morning I saw a group of them on their way to work.
For some reason, people in zebra suits were directing traffic that afternoon.
The next morning I saw a group of them on their way to work.
Masks in the archealogical/anthropological museum, which along with the Museum of Contemporary Art comprises
Museos Univeritarios. Every town seemed to have an a/a museum. I couldn't find any masks for sale in Sucre.
Museos Univeritarios. Every town seemed to have an a/a museum. I couldn't find any masks for sale in Sucre.
Insituto de Investigaciones Forences. (CSI: Sucre.)
Next: onward and upward. Too far upward.