Esther made this shirt for Salvador

After a grim night in the cafe on Tuesday we were swamped with customers today.
A group of North American pensioners with twenty minutes before their city tour started, suddenly descended on us.
They arrived in dribs and drabs just to make ordering that bit more complicated.
As we beavered away on their food and smoke started to billow from the three of us one of the group came over to the bar and we had the following conversation ;
'Cappuccino'
'Would you like a Cappuccino?'
'Cappuccino'
'A Cappuccino?'
'Well normally I would but I haven't got time today, I love Cappuccino'
Thanks for the nugget of wisdom.
Added to that one of them declared loudly that my accent was easier to understand in Spanish than English.
I suppose if you have never heard the audio gold that is a Swindon accent before, it might be a bit hard to follow.
Esther meanwhile was experiencing the Post Office strike first hand, the ladies who usually give us the packets from our box spotted her and Salvador and waved enthusiastically from amidst the protest march.
This evening several of lunchtime's group returned to take food and drinks back to their friends who had succumbed to altitude sickness.
It turns out that they all have retired to live in Mexico at 5000ft.
That didn't help much today as their tour whisked them from Lima at 5am for a flight that finally left at 11am then to enjoy a bus ride round the sights of Cusco at 2.30pm.
Some of these travel packages seem more like endurance tests to me.
We have been watching the Trinidad & Tobago v Peru friendly through the window of the hotel opposite this evening, a 1-1 draw that indicates the Caribbean side should be a pushover in Germany.
Another group turned up as the game ended.
Unfortunately one of them had just been attacked on the street.
He didn't have anything stolen but was pretty shaken up.
I gave him a beer on the house to calm his nerves and he was soon telling the tale slightly differently, now including with a smile how he kicked the knife out of his assailants hand.
In reality the thugs had picked on the wrong person as he was carrying a pair of hiking sticks which he proceeded to beat them with.
The best customers of the day came late on.
A group of French tourists roared with laughter when they discovered that had inadvertently entered a vegetarian restaurant.
After they had eaten they were full of superlatives for the food, telling me it was absolutely delicious.
'And vegetarian too' I added as they filed out.