The Main Square in Villa de Leyva

I was sitting in the huge, atmospheric, sparse main square in this pretty colonial town, minding my own business, when two identically dressed girls came to me.   They were walking around with open bottles of rum and little cups, promoting their drink.   Their pants were so tight the top button was unbuttoned–and the only reason I know that is that they were standing in front of me at that line of sight.   They sauntered around in heels as best they could on the rough stone plaza, looking for any takers.
That’s Colombia:   young girls wandering around, trying to give rum away while the police pistol-whip you for wearing shorts on Wednesdays.