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Cusco was remarkably quiet at the Plaza de Armas when we arrived at 9 on Sunday morning. Apparently all the toursists were still laid up with hangovers. At this visit, there were few tourists but later it was like a great white tide of latte-sipping, alpaca-sweater wearing, boutique shopping foreigners. And yet, not a single blue eyed out-of-towner was found.