Somewhere in Peru, on a winding road between a river and a mountain.
I used to like when Otto would do his “room with a view” series, many moons ago.
“Over such trivialities as these many a valuable hour may slip away, and the
traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the
corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the
blue sky and the men and women who live under it.”
A Room With A View, E.M. Forster (1908)