Friday, February 20, 2009

Pueblo Libre at a Glance

Most of Lima looks like a modern city- tall buildings, barrios, graffiti, bodega's, people carrying groceries, taxi's dodging in and out of traffic. However, tucked away in this vast city, Pueblo Libre (Free Town) lies as small gem that more resembles that of an antiquated European town than it does of the modern cities of the west.

As you approach the older more serene part of Pueblo Libre on foot from Avenida Sucre, you pass one of its oldest attractions: La Cruz del Viajero (The Cross of the Traveler). It stand tall and solomn in a small green triangle area; its own home, its own plaza. The cross was a symbol of faith and protection the conquistadors brought from Spain. Francisco Pizarro placed the cross in Pueblo Libre; soldiers would pray before going to war or when making a hard distant journey. A cross for those just passing through.

Here in the small district of Pueblo Libre it's very easy to forget that you are still in the Western Hemisphere. A gorgeous, modestly sized, chapel adorns the street wearing a beautiful autumnal orange paint with architecture of the original conquering country of Spain. Basic wooden pews line the church along with romantic gold structures for admiration. Next to this church sits Antigua Taberna Queirolo, a small eatery serving sandwiches and tapas. The libations, are from local vineyards, especially the country's famous pisco.

In the middle of this area sits a simple, yet beautiful park spotted with vases of pink flowers around the perimeter and an old style fountain in the middle. On one sides sits a larger than life bust of Bolivar, the revolutionary of South American history, who once lived in this district of Lima. Families gather all day playing in soccer or relaxing on the two foot brick walls that hold in the grass and trees.

On the one corner of this central square sits a fun karaoke bar that beckoned us via its promise cheap jars of beer. Inside is mostly outside with tons of open air sitting; only twenty percent of the tables are under a roof. Sadly, there wasn't any karaoke Wednesday, but the atmosphere was tranquil because of it. As we sat outback, outside, we drank our cheap beer as we were serenaded by one of the many Peruvian buskers playing his wooden box that doubled as his chair. The Spanish feel of the outside permeated through this place and mixed with the truly South American sensation as the bright sky-blue paint chipped off with the wear of time and exhaustion.


  1. Yea Brazilian Girls.....wait how many is a Brazilian?

  2. Brazilian... damn near killed'em