I’m beginning to think we humans have de-evolved, lost our imagination and aesthetic. We make it to the ruins of the Chan empire at the magic hour and its bewitchingly beautiful — even 600 years past its prime Chan Chan is more elegant, more peaceful, than any place we’ve seen on this continent.
Granted, at one time 60,000 people lived in Chan Chan — it was the largest adobe city on earth — so Gary wouldn’t have had it all to himself like it looks in this shot. It might have been even more beautiful, with intricate irrigation features engineered to counter a dropping water table. The air around a scalloped, now dry pond still smells like marsh.
But just beyond this crumbling reminder of a majestic architectural and engineering feat lies modern Trujillo. Filled with belching buses and cement houses slathered with political slogans — the paint is free if the owners agree to serve as billboards.
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