What are we gonna do for the Saints?
Heard of New Mexico?
We take a flight and an RV, our favorite formula to go check up on the three photographs about this state - Nobody. 2 million souls in the 2 / 3 of France, that leaves room to frolic
- There's Indians, cowboys and artists
- There's the atomic bomb
Albuquerque
To do this chronologically, we landed in Albuquerque (pronounced albeuqueurki). In a small downtown imitation adobe (a mixture of soil and straw that the Indians used to build their houses), we visit some galleries where an Indian painter very Francophile us an autographed lithograph and the rattlesnake museum rather scary where we learn that the rattlesnakes sleep because it is too cold (it will be reassuring as you can).
short, not even fear. For some, they might even Marie tickled his chin!
road serving Old mines in the desert, this byway is supposed to introduce us to some fantastic landscapes. If
landscapes have left us none the wiser (must say we are starting to be difficult!), People have really liked them.
In fact, the mines have long since closed and the few villages of this road would now be ghost towns if the beatniks and hippies, bikers and finally had no not enamored with the place in the 60/70. And the baba-cool, as is well known have a serious penchant for all kinds of creation from the moment they have neither hunger nor cold.
And here it was.
So we visited Madrid (pronounced MAD-rid, not maidrid, which sounds very strange to the ears U.S.). A community post-bab in a very relaxed atmosphere coexists with bikers and the art market. Fanny A pop-art awaited us at the restaurant where the boss would have done well to visit the mining museum itself if it had been so busy.
A Grandpa straight out of Woodstock we drew maps (Mary will know the great Amouuuur!). It took him a little angel more than Rubens Michelangelo to take him back to France. It made him happy too! 
It creates everywhere, from everything and anything. Retrieve
is the watchword.
was recycled, diverting it. It's crazy without taking itself too seriously. A treat
is the watchword.
was recycled, diverting it. It's crazy without taking itself too seriously. A treat
The gardens are more like areas as workshops, but the results are surprising. And we really enjoyed. 
At the end of the runway, a village near ghost waiting for us.
pueblo architecture, dirt streets. Not a cat.
But Mary's bar. You could not miss it!
Finally, we arrived at the Capital: Santa Fe. Early 20th
, a visionary architect ruled here, the architecture is homogeneous and preserve the historic style of New Mexico.
The result is very unusual in the U.S..
Not a building.
We go on foot. All buildings
obey strict rules.
Success!
We arrive at night in a light storm incredible. The purple sky on facades orange makes us understand why so many painters and photographers have a crush on this place.
Santa Fe is the oldest city in the U.S. (founded by the Aztecs before the arrival of the Mayflower colonists).
The story here is Indian, English, and Yankee.
There are testimonies of various wars and massacres which in turn each community was the victim or executioner. The plate above
cons on an obelisk in the center pays tribute to the brave heroes who fell killed by wild Indians. You'll notice that the "salvage" was carefully removed with chisels ... by an Indian activist.
Santa Fe has also become a pinnacle of artistic hipness.
The rich go shopping for almost anything.
We saw a guy buy four beautiful statues African ethnic trend, we could not count the zeros of the check!
That said, we too, we would have reported some of the baubles we glimpsed in these galleries so trendy!
In all case, an undeniable charm of this city lies in the ballads, where art galleries advantageously replace the usual stores clothes and souvenirs made in China 
