I think I may have found the best place ever to have a cold beer on a hot afternoon. In Tilcara, heading into the town centre from the bus station, should you ever find yourself there.
It takes the form of a large and beautiful shady tree (called a Molle, the 'barman' told me. It had aromatic leaves, used to make a tea for churing stomachs) in the dustiest of streets with a couple of stools lined up at the window of a small kiosk and a wobbly tin table. Heaven.
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