Monday, September 21, 2015

Farmers' Saturday market; Museum of Indian Arts and Culture; Blue Corn Cafe; openair voncert in the Plaxa.

The Santa Fe  Farmers' Market takes place on a Saturday all year  round and on a Tuesday from May to  September.  The Saturday market is the bigger of the two and we made our way to its location at Paseo de Peralta. It is great! Fresh local seasonal products are beautifully displayed. It is chile season so a great emphasis was on the many varieties of chile and the smell of roasting chiles filled the air. And of course there are tastings at every stall. I was sorry  I had had my breakfast.










































Craft brewery just beside the market sells these beers.




Second Street Brewery imposes its own restrictions! Jim did not even sample one - it was just around 10.30am so on the early side.





Before  we left the market we sampled a fruit, new to us, jujubes, also known as red date or chinese date. Both of us really like them. They are sold fresh in season and dried. When we were in Montieri in Italy I tried a fruit that was growing in the garden of Sarah and Eunan's house. I didn't know what it was but could only describe it as some kind of date. The jujubes are like that only bigger.

The market is in the Railyard district of Santa Fe. This is also kmown as the Guadaloupe District. It has long been the focul point of transportation  and is currently a hub of entertainment,  shopping, food and events. We took a little walk along the railway beckoned by the sound of interesting music to discover a marimba group and right beside that a juice bar where we decided we would forego our morning coffee for a healthy juice.















Jim had a watermelon and lemonade juice that was very refreshing. I had a carrot, apple and ginger that was a bit heavy  but better when the ice had melted. The girl was very friendly and lively and shouted  "marimba " every time the group finished an item. This turned into mutual appreciation as they urged onlookers to buy some juice.

The group is called Polyphony Marimba and are excellent. They play African-style xylophones built by their band leader Peter Swing. The band consists of a lead soprano marimba, which conducts the band and a responding soprano, a  alto, 2 tenors, a baritone, bass and gourd shakers called 'hosho', which keeps the beat, a,ong with the congas. The members of the band rotate parts. It is really musical and lively. I would love to learn. There are weekly classes but I'm sure 2 to 3 lessons would not be enough.

Jim was not as enthralled by the music as I  was so he took a walk to the railway station to trainspot.





When Jim finally prised me away from the music we took a brief walk in the area, which, like everywhere in Santa Fe  abounds with art and sculpture.




Jim has always  been obsessed with the road runner and coyote cartoons so tsking abphoto of this from every angle was imperative.





In the afternoon  we decided  to  do one of the 4 museums in Santa Fe. This involved going to Museum Hill which required a bus. We thought the free shuttle went there but the volunteer in the Tourist Info booth said no and directed us to a city bus. It cost us seniors a dollar each. We inquired about a pass that would include all of the museums and got one each at 25 dollars. It covers 15 museums in New Mexico so would be a good saving as the entrance to one museum is 9 $ a head. We have since disvovered that most of the 15 museums are rather far away. Not to worry - we have saved some money if we go to the 4 here in Santa Fe.

TheMuseum of Indian Arts and Culture  is dedicated to the accurate and culturally sensitive presentation of southwestern Native American cultures and it works closely with the Native communities. It is in a beautiful setting with a backdrop  of  hills and mountains. The open couryard/plaza is full of wonderful sculptures of Indian people.


As it was afternoon we knew we would not be able to see all of the museum so we concentrated on the Here, Now and Always exhibition. This is a fascinating exhibition that documents the indigenous communities of the southwest and their challenging landscapes. It has over 1000 objects on display accompanied by dialogue, poetry, story and song. It is the result of 8 years of collaboration  between  Native American Elders, artists, scholars, teachers, writers and museum professionals.  Of course we could not take photos.

We then went to the museum's garden to see the outdoor exhibition, Courave and Compassion: Native women sculpting Native women. Fantastic work!























































 There were many other sculptures outside aside from those of the women sculptors.




Both of these are by Allan Houser who has a sculpture garden at his art studio which we would like to see.



















   

                                 Another 2 by Allan Houser

We plan to return to the museum as the kind man at reception did not stamp our pass as he was aware that we had not sufficient time to see everything.

On leaving the museum we discovered that the free shuttle bus did serve this area do we got on and were aware that the driver was taking a really circuitous route. After about 20 minutes we found ourselves back at the museum! When we asked if he went to the Plaza he said no, the farthest he went was to the Capitol. So off we went again and got  off at the Capitol and made our way from there along the Ols Santa Fe  Trail. En route we passed what is claimed to be the oldest church in the US, San Miguel Mission, a Spanish colonial mission church built around 1610.


We also went into the oldest house which is just up a lane from it. It is now a little museum.







Earlier wben we had been to the Tourist info booth, we had noticed that the plaza was being set up for some kind of an occasion. They told us that it was the 150th anniversary of one of the hospitals  and that there was a  big open air meal with music. The tickets were $150 dollars and, unfortunately for us, sold out!
However, the music could be enjoyed by anyone in the plaza. So we decided to have our first meal out and then avail of the music. We went to the Blue Corn Cafe a d managed to get a seat on the outdoor terrace which, by coinvidence, looks onto the terrace of the Coyote Cafe where we had been on our previous visit to Santa Fe.  (I also have the Coyote Cafe cookbook from then). This what we had to eat:



I got my chile sauces on the side, fearing I would find them too spicy. I had a little but they were a bit overpowering for me. Jim is made of sterner stuff obviously! Needless to say we did not manage to clear our plates, not even Jim. It was lovely though, just far too much.  Next time sharing will be the order of the day!


The music had started in the plaza by the time we got back and people came prepared with their own seats as the public benches were all full. I was really fortunate in that I was able to slip into a tiny space on the wall surrounding the war memorial just beside a man with purple sideburns. I was tempted to express my admiration for said sideburns in the hope of gaining a bit more space but refrained for fear Jim might get jealous and do something similar to maintain my affections! The music was good Country music and very enjoyable. Locals, I assumed from male ponytails, and cowboy boots on both male and female, took to the floor (open concrete space) and obviously took the whole thing very seriously. There was as much entertsinment from them as from the music!





 
                          Couldn't figure these two out.



 I don't  think the formal ones were having half as much fun as everyone else  - maybe it ws the  thought of the amount they had spent!

So home to bed after a very full day!

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