Of course the first thing I think about when discovering this rather wonderful doorway is the song by The Clash (which is then stuck in my head for the whole day).
I think this was some way up the hillside, towards Sopacachi. I was on my way to visit the house of Marina Núñez del Prado, which turned out to be closed – which was fine as most of her pieces were currently on display in the art museum on the other side of the Prado and I’d seem them the previous day. Núñez is a sensational sculptor and one of Bolivia’s greatest artists.
So 1977 is flying round my head and then I start remembering bits of Sandanista that I really like and then I curse myself that there’s no Clash on my ipod. Bah.
