Flight over the Andes.



Cusco, once the capital of Inka empire, is one of the most charming places I have ever seen. Falling in love with the city started almost the moment it came in sight from the airplane: Thousands and thousands of little houses are scattered over the valley and up the hills, their colors and location making them look like a toy town some child playing in the garden has spent hours on arranging in the fresh-cut grass between molehills. Away from the busy main roads, there are labyrinths of steep little cobblestone side streets too small for a car to pass, with tiny balconies rising into them from the surrounding houses. Uncountable little corner shops offering everything you can imagine, green parks and clouds of people flocking through the main streets, locals trying to sell vegetables, paintings and homemade dolls whenever you pause for a moment.

Peruvian woman cooking something tasty in her street food place.



The Plaza de Armas has been the heart of the city since Inka times. One could spend hours here, just sitting on a park bench or lying in the grass watching people...



Peruvian woman at the Plaza de Armas; little schoolboys in their uniforms taking a rest.



I’ll upload more and higher resolution pictures when I come over a faster computer. However. Tomorrow I will get to know the Cusco off the touristy track, when I start my teaching job at a daycare centre in a poor part of the city. I’m excited, wish me luck!