The city was charming and, to me, exceptionally unique: I have never before been to a settlement which was once larger than it is now. So it was with Real de Catorce, which is not quite a ghost town but nevertheless has a certain hollowness to it. Its bullring sits unused and so do the majority of its houses. Isolation has its advantages, however: the sunsets rivaled the moonrises and the cloudless sky was invariably full of stars.
Even the stars, however, we no match for the canyons. The area around Real de Catorce has long been of ceremonial importance to the Huichol people and it is little wonder why. I have had the good fortune to see the Wadi Rum desert of Jordan and, truth be told, it has nothing on Real de Catorce. Achingly beautiful, Gianluca and I walked to the top of Cerro Quemado and back for ten hours one day without seeing another person. So much the better for us, I suppose, but more's the pity for everyone else. Some 10,000 feet above sea level, where the air is thin and clear, you can see the for miles in every direction.
I think paradise looks a little something like this:
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