Food is the universal language of travelers. No matter where you are in the world if there are travelers there will be food vendors. Ollymtamba Peru is no exception. Here is where you take the train to go to Machu Picchu.
Waiting for the train there was an assortment of vendors selling all sorts of food. Did I have any no. Do I regret it, yes and no. One is always warned to never eat street food in a third world country. I do have the sort of belly that should follow this advice. I do always want to just have a bite. It always looks so interesting to me.
So while I did not dare take a bite. I did sniff around.
It had to be good why else would the police be hovering around?
This man was collecting bread to transport.
This is my contribution to Weekend Food Blogging hosted at Beth Fish Reads and Saturday Snapshots hosted at At Home with Books.
Cooking is one of my passions in life. Enjoying good food, pastries, chocolate and everything the French have to savor is my other. This should come as a surprise given my father chose my name after reading The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
I am a voracious reader and collector of cookbooks. Little did I know that all my grade school French lessons would come in handy one day.