Going to Sucre was another spontaneous decision; I went there because I saw a beautiful poster of it somewhere. The whitewashed buildings, the narrow and steep streets, the calm and green plazas, the many different markets, the street snacks keep me there, one day after another. With the view from la Recoleta in front of us, the shoe shine boys told me they also thought Sucre should be the one and only capital of Bolivia, but they were still a bit afraid of those people who were protesting in the main square, which was where they usually find work.
