After yesterdays caviar of a day, today was much more like fish paste.
The construction work going on down the road has become unbearable with filth floating into and coating the cafe with a fine layer of dust.
Tourists are rushing down San Agustin with their noses covered which doesn't make it good for business.
So, we went to the council to complain and registered the details of our problem with the relevant people. Now we await the knock on the door from the Cusco mafia.
The council offices are quite an experience, mountains of paperwork everywhere and much like Swindon Council was in the 1930's I would imagine.