We left the steamy Amazon behind and returned to brisk, bustling La Paz. Flying saved time and offered a glimpse of the Cordillera Real, but also eliminated the adventure – this time there were no edible insects, no smashed mirrors…and no driver wearing a top that said ‘Bridesmaid’.
We saw what might have real bridesmaids, though, at the airport, in long, fringed shawls and jaunty bowler hats.
Around the corner from our hostel in La Paz was a sprawling street market. I absolutely loved the faces in the crowd.