Scenes from street corners: Cusco photo collection
Our time in Cusco was measured in markets. By sunrise, the roads around our apartment were already covered in blue tarp. Women heaved a huge mix of flowers, socks and spanners through the streets, and eventually our front steps became a lively bookstore.
We’ll never forget the humid afternoons crowded around creates of meat and fruit—freshly steamed, juiced, skinned, sliced.
Night was for bones and entrails, piled on the pavement for the dogs.