Chugchilán

We were assured it's not customary to slaughter and butcher cattle in the street, but there was another the next day, so maybe our hosts had some misconception about our delicate western sensibilities.

An hour or so later there was no trace left - the expertly flayed hide had been taken away, the head and all the usable meat carried to the house across the street, the intestines buried in the vacant land behind the fence, all the blood shovelled up (with dustpans) and collected in buckets or washed away and the dozen or so hopeful dogs had dispersed.

This lady is perhaps looking so quietly pleased because she's scored the best bit. Maybe it was her bull.