the blind harpist plays

the blind harpist plays 

celestial music above
the noise of travelers

From the bus parking lot at Ollantaytambo, it's a long, gradual descent by foot to the train station to wait for the train to Aguas Calientes. Near the bottom of the hill the path makes a turn to the left and there is a little stall where an elderly woman is selling bottled water, dried corn and various snacks. Her son sits to one side of the counter, plucking and strumming his harp. Although blind, he is wearing a colorful red bandana and blue checked shirt. His sensitive ears must hear the travelers hauling their bags past him, but he seems to be playing more to himself than to any earthbound creatures.