We rushed down one evening to the old city to stroll along La Ronda, Quito’s oldest street, and find some empanadas.
I could wander around that area for ages, but between the narrow streets, the traffic and the cobblestone, it’s not something we wanted to do for long with the little people.
We ran into a Christmas parade, with a high school band playing off-key and loud Christmas tunes.
The kids loved watching and dancing to the beat.
La Virgen watches over the city from her perch.
On another hill, colorful homes cling to the side while the museum of the eternal flame stands proud (but sometimes the flame is out).
And the building tops were lit with the last rays of the sleepy sun.
Restless children were persuaded to briefly pose.
Empanadas procured, we took in some music.
And charmed the band into teaching the kids some tricks.
Hearts and bellies full, we piled back into the cars to head for home.
