I haven't kept track of how many times I've visited Santa Fe. Probably close to a dozen, beginning with our honeymoon in 1978, The beauty of the place is that apart from the inevitable sprawl it still retains a warm familiarity, a timelessness that defies the decades. At the same time there is always new art to see, new restaurants to try, and old haunts to revisit. I end up coming home with stacks of brochures, flyers, and postcards from galleries, to browse over and file away, mementos of a happy journey.
Road trip!
Just west of Clovis, New Mexico.
Classic Santa Fe house on Delgado Street.
Our AirB&B, Casita Corvo, just north of Canyon Road. Cozy and convenient.
The poppies were in bloom.
The Buddhas were blissful.
There were whimsical sculptures everywhere.
Glenn needed his coffee and Kindle time at The Travel Bug.
The wine was good
The gods were smiling.
Our breakfast at Clafoutis Bakery was just perfect.
We had our traditional martini at the Pink Dragon.
And dined at La Piatta. Mmmm, heavenly trout.
We met with good friends, Toni and Gordon, at Rancho de Chimayo
And drove to Santa Cruz lake.
We visited the Ortega Weavers and bought a lovely rug.
Here it is in our house.
Enjoyed a spa evening at Ten Thousand Waves, a hot soak, massages, then dining at the Izanami restaurant. My salmon was fresh and delectable.
Couldn't miss brunch at Pasqual's.
Or a visit to my favorite bookstore, Collected Works.
Or buying art supplies at Artisan. I probably spent more than Georgia.
Farewell, for now.
