It very nearly was my Last Supper...

Yesterday I took a tour of the main Cathedral in the plaza. The Cathedral is known for a painting of The Last Supper, but with an Andean twist: On a platter in the middle of the table is a guinea pig, ready to be devoured by Jesus himself, along with all the other apostles. (Unfortunately, stupid "no photos" signs were everywhere, along with a few too many security people ready to pounce on offenders) Even if cuy is supposedly good enough for The Son of God and his almost loyal followers, I'm still not eating it again. (By the way, my whole "I may never eat meat again" mantra lasted all of 24 hours. I need my energy, you know.)