We pulled into a small, dusty village. My guide stopped his car in the middle of the road and a young boy ran up to us. My guide spoke to him in Quechua. The boy then turned and called down the road.
Suddenly, this quiet street was filled with women and young girls carrying armfuls of tapestries. They laid their wares on the road and created an impromptu market.
The tapestries were beautiful, if I had more cash on me, I would have bought more (it's a shame to be so ATM-spoiled), but the most amazing part was the children. They were so friendly and curious.