Cafayate, Argentina
The Coca man:
Dining I noticed yesterday already a guy in his late forties, light green short-sleeved shirt over his potbelly, hair greased entering the restaurant with two plastic bags: in his left a bigger white one with more of the same he offered with his slightly under his belly outstretched right hand: a transparent sachet with green leaves looking like laurel. He went from table to table muttering 'Coca, Coca' under his breath - but no one called the pol...