The entire city of Sucre clings to steep hills that are truly breathtaking, in every sense of that word. I photographed this shopper, bearing bags in each hand, just as she reached the crest of the hill I had chosen for my vantage point. I watched as she slowly climbed towards us, and I interpret the length of her journey by the rhythms of the gradually rising windows she passes on her way upwards. I counted ten windows just in this frame – she has left five times that number behind her, and is none the worse for wear, even at Sucre’s 9000-foot altitude.