In the Museum’s theatre, a dozen Paez people garbed in their cultural attires honoured their identity with song, dance and narratives. Their bodies moved in rhythm with the rich blend of flute, drums and song through which they honoured, defended and renewed ‘mother earth’. On occasions, they paused to sip from a small bowl – handed to each by a little girl and an elderly woman, fresh from their dance. In time, the audience was invited to take part, to say ‘strength’ in the Paez language, and to dance and sip along. Children, men and women took turns on the stage to dance and sip. From my seat on the second row, my feet tapped along.