Tuesday – I eat my last Cuzco meal in the markets of San Pedro. The nourishing lentils and rice warms my belly and remind me of home, Peruvian comfort food. I stroll along cobble stone streets one last time to take it all in, stopping in the Plaza de Armas to watch a street mine take a break to sit close and chat with his girl. I make a lazy sketch of the Cathedral that is surrounded by blue sky and the brown hills. On my to the bus station I take the long way around to pass by the perfectly fitted Incan stones that hold up a modern museum. The mason work reminds me of a beautiful robust man, fine and smooth. I head for the bus station to take me to Nazca.
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