Last night after spending the afternoon at my aunt Toya's house, Willy, Helba, and I headed downton with the intention of attending a free recital on charango by an Ayacucho artist at the Club de la Union.
The Club de la Union is an exclusive social club and one of the oldest. It is associated with "old money" and its location on the Plaza de Armas, near city hall and the Presidential Palace, bespeaks the influence exercised by its members.
It also has a reputation for stuffiness, and it seems it's well-merited. They actually denied me entry because I was wearing blue jeans!
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