Beauty reigns in Cuzco during the rainy season. While many people run for cover to anxiously await the end of the showers, others look out and appreciate the transformed city. It shines in the delicate light, a refreshed gem, that justifiably seems a center of the universe.
The hills turn green and flowers abound. Even more, the skies turn into a constantly changing symphony of color, light, and shadow. No longer are they simply a blue ceiling covering everyday life, they become the main actors in the city. Their will, their drama, organizes all the rest of life.