No, I did not walk to this cold city hidden deep in the Peruvian Andes. But, the train ride was exciting. Travelers were on alert since the same train, normally laden with tourists, had recently been robbed. I am able to walk around downtown Cuzco by circling the main square and adjoining streets. It is cold and I am underdressed. I warm my hands by stuffing them in my pockets, despite its negative impact on my walking gate. The native “Indian” populous ignores me, or welcomes me with smiles. On this holiday eve many people have come from higher elevations to sell their New Year’s wares.