The town was very different from Tilcara, which was an underdeveloped dusty and simple place: Humahuaca is a colonial town, so it has all the usual colonial developments: central plaza, grand town hall, and a grand church; a much bigger place, but much more like lots of places we had already been.
We had already climbed quite high to get to Humahuaca so the temperature had dropped considerably, which reminded us that we really needed to get some warmer clothes before arriving in Bolivia. And I needed some trousers now that both of my long pairs of trousers had been binned, having ripped open the crotch of the second pair while horse riding (see http://blogabond.com/94912 ). So we went shopping, but there was very little choice and we only bought a fleece for Joanne.
The town seemed to attract a slightly richer tourist than us, so we took advantage of the fact there were to by several nice restaurants and went out for a nice dinner. Never one to miss an opportunity to eat a new species, I ordered llama ham as my starter, which was very nice, and Joanne ordered some tasty humitos.