Thankfully, after Astrid's 50th birthday bash yesterday on board the majestic Andean Explorer, for the journey across the equally majestic Altiplano plateau from Puno to Cuzco, we had the morning off to nurse nasty hangovers :-). As such, for the first time this holiday, we allowed ourselves to sleep in beyond 07:00hrs. Following a light breakfast we left the hotel at 08:00hrs for a leisurely stroll to the Plaza de Armas, intent on the most important task of the day - Starbucks coffee. On route we stopped off at a large market, which was already a hive of activity, to load up on high energy emergency rations for the forthcoming hike to Machu Picchu, and to buy a few souvenirs for family and friends back home. On arrival in the plaza we stopped to take a few pictures of the austere-looking cathedral and colonial-style buildings surrounding the plaza, before then indulging ourselves with Venti-sized dark cherry skinny mochas - divine!
WOW! WOW! WOW! While the outside of La Catedral appears quite drab, the interior houses a colossal treasure trove of gold and silver religious artifacts devoted to the Virgin Mary and the unique fusion of Catholicism and Inca pagan rituals practiced in this part of the world. It is also one of the worlds greatest repositories of colonial art. As was (sadly) the custom of the day, it was built over the site of the main temple of worship for the vanquished, using building blocks pilfered from the exquisite walls of the nearby Inca site of Sacsaywaman (Sexy Woman). Construction took over 2 centuries in three distinct phases, and was plagued by poor architectural design that ignored the sophisticated techniques developed by the Incas to withstand earthquakes. Building of the main central church started in 1559 and was joined Iglesia del Triunfo to the right and Iglesia de Jesus Maria to the left. El Triunfo houses a vault containing the remains of the famous Inca chronicler Garcilaso de la Vega.
To fill time until the afternoon tour of Cuzco's Inca and colonial sites we then jumped in a taxi and headed up into the hills to visit the statue of Christo Blanco (White Christ), which is a smaller version of the world famous statue of Corcovado (Christ The Redeemer), situated in Rio de Janerio in Brazil. From this high vantage point on the outskirts of the city it is possible to obtain a panoramic view of the many densely packed suburbs that have arisen in the hills surrounding the city, with many of the buildings perched precariously on very steep terrain, and very obviously poorly constructed. This made me wonder if they wouldn't simply tumble down on top of each other like dominoes during the next major earthquake, resulting in unimaginable devastation.
We then rode the taxi back to Plaza San Blas on the outskirts of the city, which is the centre of the crafts district. The narrow cobbled streets that connect this plaza with the main plaza are lined with textile, painting, jewellery and musical instrument workshops, making and selling an amazing variety of high quality indigenous artwork. After an hour viewing, haggling and buying yet more souvenirs, we returned to the Plaza de Armas for a spot of lunch, finding a restaurant with a balcony overlooking the plaza, and affording great views of the cathedral. We then crossed to the entrance of the cathedral to meet our guide Carlos at 13:40hrs for the start of the afternoon tour.
Most of the huge paintings on display originate from the famous Escuela Cuzqueña (Cuzco School), noted for its blend of classical European devotional painting style with the pastel hues and iconography of indigenous Andean artists. The oldest surviving painting depicts Cuzco during the massive earthquake of 1650, with inhabitants seen parading around the plaza with a crucifix, praying for the earthquake to stop. The crucifix, known as El Señor de los Temblores (Lord of the Earthquakes) is on display in an alcove to the right El Triunfo. The original wooden alter is at the very back of the cathedral, behind the present day solid silver one. Opposite both is the magnificent intricately carved cedar choir stalls, dating from the 17th century. The glitzy gold and silver artifacts are displayed in numerous side chapels, behind huge wooden gates that originate back to the construction of the cathedral, and are in complete contrast with the austere stonework.
Amazed, we then trotted a short distance to visit Qorikancha, at one time the richest temple in the Inca empire, and arguably the world. Ashamedly, the Spanish conquistadores saw fit to pull down this "work of the devil", melt down the vast collection of gold offerings to their Inca gods into mere coins and desecrate the site by using the foundations for the colonial church and convent of Santo Domingo. Sadly, all that remains today is the masterful megalithic stonework. In Inca times, Qorikancha was literally covered with gold. The temple walls were lined with some 700 solid gold sheets, each weighing about 2 kg. There were life sized gold and silver replicas of corn cobs and solid gold alters, llamas and even babies; all looted and melted down. Qorikancha was also a highly sophisticated celestial observatory; a remarkable feat for a civilisation that had yet to discover writing, and they were the only culture in the world to define constellations of darkness as well as stars. What remains are curved 6 m high walls, comprising interlocking blocks of stone precisely fitted to ensure their survival, completely intact, through every earthquake since their construction over 550 years ago - a feat unmatched by ANY of the colonial buildings. The octagonal fountain at the centre of the site was originally covered with 55 kg of gold. Inca chambers on all sides of the courtyard were temples to the moon and stars, covered in sheets of silver, and to thunder and the rainbow.

While wandering this astonishing archeological site, the weather deteriorated quickly, with torrential rain, accompanied by severe thunder and lightening, chasing us back into the bus. We then proceeded to visit 2 other Inca sites in the downpour, but while interesting, they paled in comparison with Qorikancha and Sacsaywaman. On the journey back to Plaza de Armas we stopped off at a textile outlet selling exquisite handmade garments from Alpaca and Vacuña wool. At last, I was able to buy Astrid a 50th birthday present!
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