This was taken in front of the Church of San Francisco in Quito, which dominates its eponymous square in the center of the Ecuadorian capital. When I observed these two women, I thought about the forces that conspire to make our lives intersect, even if briefly.
I’ve posted about the square a number of times, one I found myself drawn to regularly during the three months I lived in Quito last year. It was built atop an Incan temple and the palace of Atahualpa, the last Incan King. The Spanish wasted little time ridding Quito of all signs of Incan life; they began building the square, church and adjacent convent in 1535, just a month after they arrived. Their desire to bury the past was so strong that a three-hectare complex resulted, the largest such colonial structure in Latin America. A Quichua woman once told me that the spirits of those who were buried there still make the ground grumble.
Today’s Pic du Jour, the site’s 1,079th straight, was snapped in Quito, Ecuador, on 7 March 2015.