La Paz — the world's highest capital, commuting at thirty-six hundred meters by cable car; the sky always close. Cholita women in bowler hats and many-layered skirts go to market with babies on their shoulders. The mirror surface of the Uyuni salt flats after rain — the sky descends to the ground, the horizon disappears, photography becomes a kind of abstraction. The same Andes trip that merged with Peru, yet Bolivia is its own country, its own silence. Few Turks come here, but they should.
Bolivia
Bolivia
