If there’s one thing that will get me out into the heaving streets of Arequipa during a religious celebration… it’s the food. Don’t judge me…
Every year on the Thursday of Easter Week (or Holy Week, as they call it here), shortly after sunset, what feels like the whole of Arequipa fills the streets of the historical center, it’s quite an impressive sight. On that evening people are supposed to visit at least seven churches, to symbolise the times Jesus fell over whilst carrying the cross. Most people visit 7 churches, others manage 14, and I’ve heard of people walking all night long to make it up to 21.
It’s also become, unintentionally I suppose, a street-food heaven… There was no keeping me away.
It’s one of the highlights of the religious calendar here in Arequipa, and although I myself am not religious and therefore don’t take part in visiting the churches, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to take my camera out for a spin, and get some night-time shots of the city at its busiest.
On the main square, before it got even busier…
Oh hey, there alpaca friend. Just chillin’ in the doorway.
Excuse me while I lust over all the beautiful jewelry… Peru, you do jewelry right.
My favourite Peruvian street-food dish: an Andean classic. Beef heart, seared with potato and spices, it’s one of my absolute favourites.
I may have demolished a plate and a half…
Just look at that sizzling meat…. You know you want to try it!
I then made my way over to the sweet stand, because it would have been rude not to.
Chocolate-covered cherries and apples, a Peruvian classic for the children. And for me, obviously.
Whilst my boyfriend was visiting church number 5, I may have nipped into my favourite restaurant courtyard to salivate over the menu, and to take a few snaps of that gorgeous Spanish-style little haven.
Then of the course the deserts would have felt left out, so I had to go say hello too…
La Casona del Pisco, one of Arequipa’s best restaurants. Couldn’t resist peaking in, just to catch the smell of that gorgeous “lomo saltado” wafting through from the kitchens….
More restaurant snooping…
Ceiling inspiration at my favourite ice-cream place. Lucio may come home one day to several hundred blue butterflies painted on our white ceiling…
Church number 7, one of my favourites architecture-wise.
And once I’d worked up enough of an appetite again, back to the benches for a hot chocolate!
I may have had to be rolled all the way home, but I regret nothing.
What a night!