Ouro Preto, Minas Gerais. Pretty much the most beautiful place I've seen with my own two young eyes. It means black gold in english, and it's nestled in the mountains, hidden from those who fly through life at an agonizing pace.
There is no even ground. Everything balances on hills, steep and unforgiving. Stonework etched out of the surrounding landscapes, stacked painstakingly to give me footing as I hike up and down the humid streets. I want to retire here, deep into the hills, hidden from life.
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