Pisac or Pisaca as it once was.
There was a man right below where we took those pictures that was playing a native flute. It is kind of like a recorder flute, but harder to play, and made of wood. The sound was so peaceful and added definite character and authenticity to the experience. The sound of the flute resonated throughout the ruins and made me happy... super happy.
This city was the administravtive city where Incas would come through and conduct much business there.
These terraces look fairly small when looking from afar but when you get up close you realize the tremendous size of them. The are all the same height too, another Inca specialty... perfection.
Every story Washington tells us about the Incas seems to blow us away. They began making sandals and rope out of the wild grass that grows in the Valley. Characteristically, they gradually started to make baskets, bags, and eventually BRIDGES! Yes they were able to weave this grass so well, they actually made sturdy bridges that lasted until the damn spaniards burned em down.
Did I mention they built combustion engines out of the grass...
Whoever believed that LIE should stop reading immediately.