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The Timed Ticket at Machu Picchu
Elena wanted her father to see the terraces before he decided the trip had been only a photograph. He had talked about Machu Picchu for years, and a picture of it hung on the kitchen wall at home. The real place sits in the mountains of Peru. UNESCO lists it as a World Heritage Site, and the site does not let people wander in whenever they feel like it.
Their ticket named a time. She had explained that on the way up, and he had frowned, as if a clock were an insult to a ruin. She understood the frown. She also understood the reason. So many people come that the paths and the stone wear under their feet. A set time, and a marked route, keep one morning from becoming a crowd with nowhere to stand.