Lonely Planet was less reliable today and lunch was a disappointment. Although I did enjoy watching a concert live from Machu Picchu on the restaurant's TV as a part of the 100 years celebration, the food was lukewarm and, as Jason pointed out with the kind of derision in his tone usually reserved for when I do something appalling like putting my feet on the wall, they put ketchup on our sandwiches.
For dinner we decided on a Swiss restaurant near the hotel where we had left our bags. We split some green pepper tamales for an appetizer (very Swiss, yes?), I had wonderful veal medallions and risotto, and I'm sure Jason's blogging about his meal as I type.
We had time and soles to spend, so we got dessert - in my case white chocolate, raspberry, and chocolate ice cream with strawberries, brownies, and cream. Oo, la, la, indeed!
The woman at the table next to ours caught me staring at her prosciutto as we left. It was beautiful prosciutto, but we were more than full. Alas!