I had woken up early in Cusco to explore the Plaza de Armas. The previous night, this square was bustling with people coming and going to restaurants and nightclubs. Surrounding the historical center of Cusco, the homes on the foothills were glistening like Christmas lights strung around the city. The experience was absolutely magical.
This morning, the city was quiet and contemplative. At first, the sky was a rich, dark blue. As the last traces of night ebbed into day, the sky lightened. A touch of lingering sunlight illuminated the clouds with yellow and orange hues. A new day had begun.
The clock on the cathedral wall was pointing at 6 o’clock. Most of the city was still asleep, but I was in the square soaking up the radiance of the morning light.