Taos Lodging Vacation Properties
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Short and sweet today. We headed south again this morning. Our initial destination was the 3-day weekend Flea Market just north of Santa Fe on Flea Market Road. How original, makes perfect sense! Rather than the 500 vendors advertised, there were maybe 60 to 100, which made it more manageable. Lots of silver jewellery and turquoise, as you would expect, but also some fabulous ...
... for bad, highly processed food - like all places I think you just have to know where to look!
On Boxing Day we headed down to Santa Fe - one Taos local just described it as Fanta Se (as in, fantasy) because it's the very "beautiful", sanitised version of New Mexico - very moneyed with an AMAZING gallery area called Canyon Rd (will post photos) - you need serious money here so well beyond our budget but it was great to check it out and I have to say the gallery owners ...
... our houses, our house is "The H.I.V.E." (no one in our house knows what it stands for yet). As soon as we arrived there was a collective sense of amazement! This place is dream house! To top it all off, there are mountains everywhere which make the landscape epic and majestic! Now that we got groceries, I feel very comfortable here ...
... a home where their seven children raised in Taos. He and his third wife are buried here and she died at 40 a week after their last child was born. Kit died a month later and left seven young children as orphans. We went into his home and museum which was interesting.
Another important person whose house is also a museum Don Antonio Severino Martinez who was a merchant and priest in the area. The Millicent Rogers Museum is 4 ...
... he informed me that he worked as a male stripper in a gay club in New Orleans, and then he disappeared. I lingered by the campfire for hours, making friends without self consciousness, finally stumbling back alone to our campsite around 1am. I did not want to wake anyone, so I fumbled in the moonlight with the sleeping bag and ended up falling asleep on the dirt under the truck, to the sound of the other campers' snores. In the morning I was the ...