La Villa Real de la Santa Fe de San Francisco de Asis- Saturday
Yes, that is the official name that was given to what we now know as Santa Fe, somewhere in 1609 or 1610. It's now wonder they shortened it to Santa Fe...by the time you said all that, you would have lost your train of thought regarding anything else you might have wanted to say! I am writing this Sunday morning. We will soon be headed out the get a massage, (try not to hate me too much!) then back to the casita for lunch (leftover paella), then we are going to go explore The Flea. Yesterday, we went to Museum Hill, where we visited the Museum of Indian Arts and Culture and the Museum of International Folk Art. Unfortunately, one is not allowed to take photos inside of the museums, but I did get some shots outside. Here, a view looking toward the Sangro de Christo Mountains.
A giant kachina dancer in the museum courtyard
Part of the sculpture garden
entrance to the Museum of Indian Arts and Culture; if you live out of state, you have to pay more to go in.
Our paella for two at El Farol. We went expecting to also experience the Saturday night flamenco dancing, but as we were told, we would have had to have made specific reservations for that as well as dinner; it seems, "That is a whole different dining experience" by a young hostess who was poured into a tight blue dress and 4 inch heels. Hmph. Maybe some other time. My only complaint, which was soon rectified by our young waiter, Max, was that there were plenty of EMPTY shells in the paella. After fishing out 3 mussel shells and one clam shell, I only found one mussel. Deb was experiencing a similar situation on the other side of the table, so he brought us a bowl of mussels and clams to top if off with. Not sure if that was intentional or not, but if you visit and order the paella, keep this in mind. Overall it was pretty good, even without the flamenco dancers!