I spent half a year living in colonial Cuenca, Ecuador, recognized by Ecuadorians themselves as the nation's most beautiful city. She sits high in the southern Andes of the country, only 30 minutes from mystical El Cajas National Park. Four rivers carve through town, adorned by multiple parks, iglesias, and cobblestone streets. A typical day begins with untouched sapphire skies, then the clouds roll in, eventually delivering a brief midday shower. The sky will clear again bringing false hopes, before succumbing to a second dose of rain. The once warm morning air becomes chilly at night, and the process is repeated the following day.
The time Eric and I spent there and collection of photos that came from it call for an extensive, well organized gallery of the characteristics that make Cuenca what it is, a town clearly shadowed by the widespread influence of its long removed Spanish settlers, yet comfortable enough in this suit to maintain its traditions in a world convinced that change is the only solution to forward progress.
-Brian
Click on the photo or individual gallery number to enter the respective galleries.
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