As a photographing hobbyist one of my favorite spots for pursuing the art was in the town of Cusco itself, the cultural differences had me turned around for a couple days. With children they sort of remind me of America in the 50's even though I wasn't alive, and by that I mean that African saying 'it takes a village to raise a child' in that people look out for the kids. They were playing all the time in public spaces, seemingly unwatched although you would notice parents in the distance.
Driving is another and altogether separate issue, the smog was a killer...a lot of older buses. The air was thin to begin with so trying to breathe on the first couple nights was tough. The scent of diesel was burned in my nostrils for a while after that. They have traffic lights, signs, cops, and markings but none of this seems to dissuade drivers from pretty much doing whatever they want. Everything flows towards one seeming disaster after another with the grace of taking coffee. People pull out in front of other people, cut into other lanes and beep at pedestrians trying to cross the street.
Below are some photos...
Looking at Cusco from the North...that square in the middle is the Plaza de Armas, the tourist area and main square, which looks like this:

The Band Stuck up a chord
New construction
Kind of a 'rebuild the community' deal....I think.
That kid was friggin' cute
This lady charged me a dollar for this picture
These were worst polluters.
..soo many people...packed...like this many people:
Taxi Driver, this was actually in one of the surrounding towns...
Then there were the kids:
he had a key in his hand
And dogs:
And storefronts (some abandoned):
And the scariest manikin even, the thing had teeth:
And signs:
And statues:
And food:
This was an authentic Pervuian dish, a creole style shredded chicken...
This was called a Pisco Sour...a sort of Wiskey Sour with a type of Peruvian brandy.
One of the best glasses of wine I have had.
And withered hands:
And kittens:
Who doesn't like kittens?
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