Cusco, the Mirror of Origin
I walk slowly through a narrow street where the sun, Inti, shines golden on the cobblestones. The air is thin. Here, at over 3000 meters of altitude, it feels as if the city itself is breathing slowly but powerfully.
Inca
I walk slowly through a narrow street where the sun, Inti, shines golden on the cobblestones. The air is thin. Here, at over 3000 meters of altitude, it feels as if the city itself is breathing slowly but powerfully.