THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

We drove for hours, until the land broke like a Greek plate and there was a drop in the road.  I looked out and saw nothing but sky.  The universe.  Then I looked down, and there below us was a city in a bowl.  A bowl like the deepest crater on the moon, with a little house stuck to every last square inch of it. “This is La Paz.  The highest capital city in the world,” my mother said.  “This is where we’ll live.”

Aguirre/Fierce