the three women, heavily armed in tasteful travel gear, stopped at the top of the stairs to admire the paintings the young boy thrust in front of them. and as if pigeons descending upon dropped bread crumbs, the other roaming tradespeople closed in around them.
the encroaching crowd, however, didn´t seem to bother these ladies. with designer sunglasses and their blond hair - one short and in curls, two straight and pulled back - they instead, seemed to be invigorated by the attention of these exotic locals. with the help of their large-brimmed sunhats varying in pattern from leopard print to striped, they stood about six inches taller than their pride of suitors.
One woman flipped through the paintings, musing at the sweet peruvian scenes depicted, as the other in the striped black hat snapped photos with her noticeably large camera and its extra large lens. the local woman with the necklaces and the child strapped to her back pushed forward on the left, while the little girl selling finger puppets appeared on top of the wall. the older woman with the belts was forced to wait on the outskirts.
the blond trio had smiles spread wide as they continued on their buying safari. the locals: they were so close they could touch them. and they did. black-brimmed-hat captured every moment shared between the necklace lady´s baby and short-curls-blond. the tiny brown hand wrapped tightly around the larger, manicured white finger. necklace lady smiled as she tried to direct the attention back towards her velvet board of jewelry. once black-brimmed-hat caught the appropriate number of shots with the baby local, short-curls was able to wiggle free of the grasp.
kodak moments abound as they chose a painting from the boy and posed for a picture with the brown paper tube. the finger puppets were also quite cute - though not as precious as the girl selling them. they touched her hair. it was long, black and smooth.
it was time, then, for blond-ponytail to expose her own well-endowed camera so she could capture the frenzy - the zest - with which these locals wanted to interact with them. the older, sun-baked woman lifted belt after belt under the three noses, but by this time they had had enough of local visiting. the old woman and her woven belts weren´t quite as sweet as the children and their various goodies.
stowing their purchases, snapping their last photos and straightening their convertible khaki capri pants, they moved to part the sea of admirers. they descended two steps and looked back at their people. flashing white smiles, they waved goodbye and disappeared to the bottom of the stairs.
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