The director deigned to show me in person through the gallery of paintings. We paused first before an immense canvas depicting the funeral of Atahuallpa.
“A modern work?” I remarked, merely to make conversation.
“No, no, señor,” replied the director vehemently, “that is antigua. It was painted nearly forty years ago.”
“The fat priest is Valverde, I suppose, and this man with a beard must be Pizarro?”
“Just so, señor, and the man behind is Pizarro’s brother, Almagro.”
“His brother?”
The semi-weekly lottery drawing in the main plaza of Lima. Two of the men who turn the hollow spheres are blind, and the boys who thrust in a hand to draw out a number are supposedly below the age of corruption
All aboard! A Sunday excursion that was not posed, but was snapped just as it came along the road near Pachacámac on the Peruvian coast