We had a day-long stopover after a terrible overnight bus ride last night on our way to Ayacucho. For some reason, you can't go straight from Cuzco to Ayacucho. Every company stops in this small town and you have to change buses. We had a breakdown on the horrible road last night (way worse that the so-called World's Most Dangerous Road I biked in Bolivia) and missed our connection by an hour, necessitating a day of sitting around in this quiet, rainy town.
This is an ad in the town - the Bodega (or winery, as I've learned it. Maybe here it's a brewery) Baby Jesus of Turpo (a town nearby). You find a lot of religious names on everything here, sometimes the mixtures are oxymoronic and hilarious.
The church in this town was very somber - a big stone square with a corrugated tin roof. At one point, there was a truck full of soldiers outside guarding it with automatic weapons. I'm not quite sure why.