I Know What I Did Last Summer, Pt. 3

Onward to Santa Fe.
Got a nice room this time. Right away we went to the plaza where we fell right into a parade celebrating some virgin whose name I don’t remember; a strange thing to do. However, it was lovely. People were beautifully dressed as either Mexican peasants, Mexican soldiers replete with sabers, etc., and priests with various hats and finally men carrying a platform with a model of some saint. Mariachi bands played the procession along until they reached the very old (17th century) church.

At some point we found some good carne adovada. If you ever go there you must have some. It’s cubed pork coated with a chili sauce and it’s fabulous unless you’re really wimpy and can’t handle the heat. If so, you’re a big baby and you should order the oatmeal and quit crying. Surprisingly, New Mexican chili powders are hotter than Mexican chili powders.
We spent the whole next day looking at the numerous galleries. I’ve heard there is more art per square yard in Santa Fe than in either New York or Paris. If you like art, it’s terrific. On Old Canyon Road, every building that was formerly a house or business or whatever has been transformed into a gallery. There must be 30 or 40 on the one street. Many show Southwestern art of high quality but I’m not interested in that very much. However, there is a surprising amount of fairly cutting edge abstract and experimental paintings and sculpture. You will find something you like unless you are dead from the neck up. There are NO Kincaid paintings.
Halfway through the third day we had seen so much good art that I began to throw up in impressionistic colors. It was time to move on.