Halfway back to Santa Clara is a village called El Valle, nestled under the protection of mountain in the shape of a sleeping Indian Princess. But we’re more intrigued by the small bark figurines carved by indigenous artists.
We’ve seen them before — life-size costumes worn by men summoning their animal spirits in the Azuero. Which is just the remedy for a weekend in Panama City and a reminder of how far from “America” it really is.
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