My first trip to Pisac, I remember a few things.
Wandering through the local market, having one of the local vendors mad at me that I insisted on giving the avacados a squeeze before buying.
The variety of cafes, some cheap, some not. Some good food, some not.
But among the places I ate at, one of the things I will always remember is a young lady who sang at one of the places.
Usually I kick in at least a dollar or two, but this time, her voice captured me. There was only a song or two I knew, the rest were in Spanish, but her voice held me in place. I cannot recall what I ate.
I was stupid and never got her name.
I paid for her meal, and left a tip for her on top of that, perhaps 30CAD total.
The place has changed hands since, but I think of her every time I go past the place and wonder where she is, and what music she is making.
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