Santa Fe Farmers' Market; Canyon Road.

The market had been so good last week that we didn't want to miss it this week. I was also hoping for a bit of marimba music but that was not to be. We also took a trip across the road to the Artists' Market.

The music of the day!

I have never seen lemon cucumbers before. They just taste like cucumbers but slightly sweeter and with a crunch like a good crunchy apple.

Very expensive Christmas tree decorations!

The train obviously travels backwards from Albuquerque.







While I did some household things, Jim headed off to watch part of a youths' American Football game at the local school. He was fascinated by the amount of padding is worn.

Watch the lad on the left as he gets kitted out.

Jim was supporting the team in blue - the stallions. The boys in red were the bears. He left before the final score.

We had set aside the afternoon for Canyon Road for an overdose of art and art galleries. As there is little public parkng on Canyon Road we had the idea of taking the shuttle bus there. That involves taking the  car to Museum Hill,  parking there and getting the shuttle. We did not time it too well and had to wait more than half an hour for the shuttle during which time we were engaged in conversation by an American woman. In the course of the  conversation she asked us if we were Catholic. Strange!

Finally Canyon Road. We started at the top hoping to work our way down from shuttle stop 4 to shuttle stop 1. Overdose of art it was and overdose of sun or something because I found myself getting more and more nauseated and ended up in the private loo of one of the art galleries where I proceeded to  throw up violently and noisily and emerged red-faced from the experience and from embarrassment. It's years since I have been sick like that and is not an  experience I would wish to repeat. We waited for yet over a half hour at stop number 3 as I  got greyer and greyer in the face. Stepping on the bus I had fears that the bus's bin, which I eyed out immediately would be much fuller than the driver might expect - and much more unpleasant. Thankfully he, and I,  was spared that. At any rate, here is some of the art noted by me when possible and photoed by Jim.

That's about one thousandth or even a lot less of what is to be  seen on Canyon Road.