I drove to the Taos Pueblo this morning and walked around. With one exception I didn’t go into the shops because I dislike the pressure from within and without. The exception was a place that made flatbread - I figured I could buy that to take to Lynn’s house to share with her, Jane and Tom. I sat down and waited for the bread to be made and enjoyed a conversation with the woman who ran the shop. Otherwise, I just played enchanted tourist.

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Murals in a Taos arts center

This one seems to have been painted by a libertarian:

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This one was not:

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