A winding road in Oaxaca Centro

My temporary home is on a street that weaves and climbs up the mountain. There are stairways instead of paths, alleys and sidewalks. My morning walks are a delicate balance of watching my footsteps on the cobblestone or pot hole or actual tree roots that uprooted the sidewalk, and being terrified that if I don't look up I will miss something beautiful.

I'm in love with this city.