Kiosks line the lake-side strip serving the local dish rainbow trout and a South American staple: roast chicken. Various street stalls scattered throughout the town's dirt roads sell everything from alpaca clothes, local fruits and vegetables, quinoa cola and cosmetics. Vendors vying for your money ask for you to come in and have a look in their store.

The buildings are reminiscent of Wes Anderson films with their quirky grandeur and distinctive colours.

I walk by the lake and think of the innocence in Moonrise Kingdom, particularly the scene where Sam and Suzy dance by the foggy beach.

If I was a child I would run straight into the water, thrashing my legs forward until I splashing myself head underwater.

Instead today I watch two young Peruvian lovers cuddle on the grass. Their arms and scarves wrapped tight around each other to shield them from the breeze.

A smoky mirage floats on the horizon. I continue walking to the yonder.