Santa Fe

This town has Food and Art in addition to its seemingly never-ending sunshine. We were lucky enough to stumble upon the Friday night Art Walk on Canyon Road. There were at least 100 art galleries within about a mile. And there was a lot of seriously good art, in my humble, business-and-accounting-educated opinion. And Canyon Road is only one of several art districts here. Anyway, it was Serious and I felt out-classed at first when I saw women with tens of thousands of dollars worth of clothing and jewelry draped on their bodies. But it was quite a people-show and there were all types. Plus, as I've mentioned before, no one notices us when we are with Ruby. She was invited into all the galleries, plied with treats, exclaimed over. And she had no intention of buying a thing.

We also were lucky enough to be in town for the Saturday farmer's market, billed as one of the best in the country and I think i have to agree. Lots of farmers. The smell of roasting peppers was intoxicating. We stocked up again and our tiny refrigerator is stuffed.

The restaurant selection is endless, except we hate to leave Ruby behind. Fortunately, there are still tons of outdoor patios available and yesterday we had lunch at a Santa Fe classic called The Shed. Mark had his first Carne Adovada and posole, and I had my first New Mexico style enchiladas made with blue corn tortillas and New Mexico red sauce. Perfect.