A kid we meet hiking up to the ruins above Pisac tells us this ancient site was much more populated than Machu Picchu ever was. Almost five thousand people once lived here and the stonework is as mind-blowing as any we’ve seen. Perfect trapezoid doorways into grassy courtyards with lookouts in every direction. Columns of blocks fitted together so perfectly it looks like one giant stone etched with lines to make it look constructed. But other than market day, tourists rarely make the trek to Pisac so what stands out most is the sound. Not human. All we hear as we hike are creaks and moans of eucalyptus tree trunks rubbing up against each other in the rustling wind.
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