A few years back I went to Pisac. It's a small village that's part of Cuzco. I love that place. It's in what they call the Sacred Valley. There is a river that runs through it all the way to Machu Picchu. In this village there is an amazing market where girls make you fresh juices right in front of you for pennies.
I went for some rice, beans, and trout. The plate was one dollar. The lady that had the stand was old and warn out by life. I took a photo of her. I think she's so beautiful.
The ridges on her face are like the landscape of the area. The fierceness of her eyes transported me to the time of her ancestors the Incas.
I ate my belly-full and went on my way to explore some more.