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(After my Nikon was stolen my lowly hiptop stepped up and saved the day; unfortunately I couldn’t get any pictures off of it until I got back to Canada, so here they are…)

The deserted shoreline of the Pacific Ocean, as seen from Larco Mar… Remember, it’s winter here!

The shoreline by night; many of those twinkling lights are high-rise condos where all the young upwardly-mobile Limans (?) live.

… And La Rosa Nautica, one of Lima’s most famous tourist traps restaurants.

(After my Nikon was stolen my lowly hiptop stepped up and saved the day; unfortunately I couldn’t get any pictures off of it until I got back to Canada, so here they are…)

Here’s a gargoyle of some sort on display at the Museo de la Nacion in Lima.

(After my Nikon was stolen my lowly hiptop stepped up and saved the day; unfortunately I couldn’t get any pictures off of it until I got back to Canada, so here they are…)

As seen from the 17th floor of the Sheraton. The fog is the result of warm air from the Andes mixing with cold air from the Pacific. It hangs around for most of the winter.

(After my Nikon was stolen my lowly hiptop stepped up and saved the day; unfortunately I couldn’t get any pictures off of it until I got back to Canada, so here they are…)

This is only the walkway to the main building; they don’t allow any photo-snapping of the actual exhibits.

Well, fakes or not I feel I made the right choice in visiting Lima’s most infamous exhibit. Even before I got to the gold there was an entire floor devoted to all things military—and I do mean all things. For example, there was an entire wall devoted to stirrups, another solely for buttons from tunics. Was Miguel Mujica Gallo obsessive-compulsive or what?

My favourite was the room devoted to the dress uniforms of various Generalissimos, along with the dueling pistolas given by other world leaders as gifts. And as for the gold, it was in the basement and honestly didn’t impress me as much as the buttons and stirrups.