The streets are nearly empty. How atypical of the city's center where the cars and the people and
the noise are the normal constant. Most times you could walk across, and up and down this street
by walking on the hoods and roofs of the cars and taxis as they are lined bumper to bumper. It is
quiet. Pleasant. And relaxed. That is what seems so odd.

At this time of day, on a Sunday morning, you are either at Mass or on your way, or, you are still
in bed after a long night of dancing and being out with friends. But a few people are out this
morning. Someone up the street waiting to get in a taxi. A couple of guys across the street in a
hurry to get to who-knows-where. A boy leaving a restaurant, maybe running an errand for his
father who owns the place ... and some crazy guy walking around with a camera.


Sunday morning outside the Dos de Mayo Restaurant.

Cajamarca, Peru.