finally broken* The monument is a slender shaft with the 

 names of the martyrs carved on the four sides. Not far 

 from the park is the church of the common people, the 

 Voto Nacional, built in the 19th century. In it are 

 shrines for the various Colombian cities. Many campesi- 

 nos were there, kneeling and praying to Santa Zita. 

 Prayers to that saint are prayers "that mistresses may 

 have good servants and servants may find good mistresses." 



After trying to visit the studio of Serior Zamorra and 

 finding the artist out, we went to the silver shops in 

 Calle 12 and bought some gifts to take back to Washington. 

 Tried again at Zamorra 's after lunch and this time found 

 him in. He works almost entirely in oil and we saw many 

 finished canvases which were stacked around the small room 

 in piles* His pictures are mostly landscapes and some 

 were very pleasing but the one that we might have taken 

 was 100 pesos. 5o we went back to 17-86 to try to locate 

 T.iesner's studio by phone, but without success. We walked 

 down the Pasaje Santa Fe and noticed some small oils by 

 Valencia Chaves that we liked. We inquired inside the 

 shop and got his address as Calle 19, N 9 5-52. TTe found 

 the door and it was marked n se arrienda" but long knock- 

 ing finally brought a small child and then a woman who 

 opened the door of the studio at the left of the street 

 door and let us look at the paintings. We liked several 

 of them and decided to come again when the artist would 

 be there. 



That night at about 10 don Luis called to say that we 

 would not be able to go to Guasca next day. 



Mar. 8. .^arly in the morning a boy called at the door 

 with a note from Dr Ancisar, expressing regrets that he 

 had missed our call of yesterday. Being a nice day, we 

 walked out to the Par que Independencia and listened to 

 the Banda Nacional play Beethoven's Fifth. On the way 

 back to Casa Gomez we met first dona Silvia and then don 

 Luis, who was coming to say that after all we would go to 

 Guasca that afternoon. 



The car called for us at 2. Counting the chauffeur, 

 Alejandro Moreno, there were seven of us - don Luis, dona 

 Isabel, Isabelita, Alicia and the two Chapins. Out Ca~ 

 rrera 7 s * beyond Usaquen to where the Guasca road turns 

 off to the right, up and over the first range into the 

 valley beyond, then north and across the valley to more 

 hills, across them into a second valley and we could see 

 Guasca far ahead. There were very few houses along the 

 road, only a few small groups of cows or burros or campe- 

 sinos . 



It was market day and the market was just breaking up, 



