The not so wonderful world of Salta

As I was sitting on a bench in the city of Salta this guy came up to me, starting to talk to me. He said he was ugly. He gave me something he made, something small, he could make me more if I wanted. He actually made me smile. He said that if I didn't give him anything it would be fine, but I gave him moneda. I asked him if I could take a picture. He said yes. Now we remember each other, or at least I remember him.