When Lent came to Quito, so did the rains. It was always wet, never dry. I walked around the Centro a lot then.  In the early mornings, the Centro was chilly, with clouds in the streets, smoky with the scent of toasted cinnamon. During Lent the Centro smelled like that, but also – strongly – of incense: incense and cinnamon. Continue reading “Fanesca” →