There was a big Bolivian parade yesterday celebrating two hundred years of Argentinian independence with a joyfully noisy show round the Plaza de Mayo, Buenos Aires’s equivalent of Parliament Square.
Those delightfully gaudy Bolivian costumes were much in evidence.
The women looked like they had donned a bowler hat, or sometimes a lampshade, and then covered themselves in glue, and run through a curtain shop.
Some of the chaps, not to be outdone, had magnificent hooped skirt things, which put me in mind of the toilet roll covers my gran used to have. All did some lively formation-whirling, accompanied by marching bands with very loud timpanists who thumped out a steady two-two spiced up with the odd bar of four-against-three.
At fifteen thousand feet, perhaps crossrhythms are what keeps the circulation going.
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