Flying through Lima
We probably did not do Lima justice. 3 days. And this blog post is intentionally designed to reflect that:)
A great hostel in a converted colonial house. The monastery with several tens of thousands of people buried in the catacombs below, and the square outside where Aida was mobbed by adoring schoolgirls (Passing thought – maybe we should open a YouTube channel for her as an investment for the future?). Punto Azul, the restaurant in Miraflores with astonishingly good food, and who’s sophisticated charm was rampantly destroyed by our 4 balloon-wielding children. And most importantly…
We arrive at Lima’s Plaza de Armas in the early evening. The children’s train which takes screaming and happy children around Lima pulls in to its final stop in the square. Our two youngest go running to it to be on the next ride, only to be told that the train was closing for the evening. Our two year old struggles to understand this, and is crying. The drivers talk to each other, and the next thing we know is that the train is doing a private tour around the plaza with only our four boys and their mum on board. For free. Would that happen in London? Paris? New York?
