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high road to Taos

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After a little run to Abiquiu (necessary after seeing the views of it at the Georgia O’Keefe Museum in Santa Fe and yes, the cottonwoods were just coming into leaf in the same bright green as G O’K saw them all those years ago), we took the high road to Taos. We avoided this fate —

oopsand drove happily through Truchas and Las Trampas, eager to find a cup of espresso. And we did, at Penasco, along with a slice of the most delicious chocolate cake at the Sweet Nymphs Bistro:

sweet nymphsThe cake was the opposite of the dense flourless tortes which seem to be all the rage these days. It was three layers, at least 7 inches high, with gorgeous buttercream. And Anik, if you’re reading this, you would love this little place with its shelves of cookbooks like Carol Field’s The Italian Baker and Marcella Hazan and the other books which set the trends, not follow them. You would love the menu of sophisticated brunch foods and L. would love the paper covered tables with crayons in a little cup for idle moments.

In Taos, our room in the old Inn was waiting:

fire in our roomAnd after a walk through town, we’re “resting” before dinner. The menu promises rabbit and rattlesnake sausage. Stay tuned!

they were waiting

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This city — Santa Fe — has wonderful museums. We bought the four day pass and have been making good use of it. This morning we went to the Georgia O’Keefe Museum (not part of the pass) and spent time among her beautiful landscapes, her flowers, and watched a short film on her time in Abiquiu where we’ll go in a few days. A couple more hours in the Museum of History, then up to Museum Hill (you follow the old Santa Fe trail…) where there are more museums still. The Museum of Indian Arts and Culture was extraordinary — the exhibits of the pueblo pottery, the baskets, the sense of deep history, in place, and of place. Small bags of seeds, water jars, blankets of vivid reds and blues. We also went to the Museum of International Folk Art which was overwhelming. Gallery after gallery of toys, textiles, puppet theaters, kites, and (almost) best of all, a gallery of wooden animals from Mexico, many of whom we recognized from home.

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