Never and nowhere else in the world had an equally beautiful city been built. Nowhere had people managed to achieve such symbiosis of stone walls and their surroundings. Machu Picchu simply grows from the mountains. It constitutes their obvious extension. Their complement. Supplement. Coping stone. Their crown. It doesn't defy the mountains in any way, it doesn't try to stand up to them. It succumbs to the natural lie of the land with softness and grace, it bends with it, then rises and falls. If needed - it rolls. If necessary - it breaks off and gives way to an abyss. But only for a moment, just to emerge right in the most unexpected place and take flight once again. How? Not to worry, it has a few tried-and-tested methods. By way of dozens of terraced fields or by a hundred winding stone stairs!