This was the church in the town centre of Copan. Churches in Central America have this eerie feel of Spanish Inquisition with lots of red velvet and white lace voile swags, which probably date back to those times as well as slightly primitive, but lifelike statues of saints. The saints often have faces distorted by pain with faces lacquered and shiny, dressed in human clothes and look, like they are sweating in pain, while being tortured. They probably aren't meant to induce a religious feel by thinking about god's love, but rather about the flames of hell and what would happen to the disobedient.
The people are very polite and, even in the market they will offer you their goods once and will not bother you again.
In this town I met some very hospitalble people, but I could not quite work out if this was genuine or they expected me to use their services (e.g., a salsa teacher, several tour guides), as the season was very quiet and this town survives mainly on tourists to the Mayan ruins.I met them all in the biker (!) pub, where the slightly dodgy looking owner was buying everyone drinks and food for two nights in the row and would not let me pay.