Taos… I’ve been here before.

The last time I was here it was a barely even a stop. Just long enough to edit photos, take the dog for a ten minute walk, and pass out. This time was only slightly longer.

I had wanted to spend some more time here, as it seemed like a pretty interesting town on that brief encounter a couple months before. So this time I showed up around mid-day after driving down from Durango. Along the way I saw some interesting graffiti:

 

And I also saw the 1966 ‘most beautiful steel bridge’ over a ‘long span’:

 

Which is the bridge that goes over the Rio Grande gorge, which is very pretty:

 

And then I was in Taos. I parked the truck and took the dog for a walk. I quickly realized the whole town seems based on art galleries and artists studios. Everywhere, that is what you see. Not really my cup of tea. I did catch some of my style of art though, on the back side of a park:

 

And everywhere we went there were these yellow flags, almost as often as you see the Texas flag while driving through the lone star state:

 

 

There were some pretty trees:

 

And some pretty buildings:

 

But overall, it wasn’t what had thought I was getting. I’m not really sure what my expectations were, but something… more. Maybe I should have gone to the Pueblo, and paid up to see the indian community center. Maybe I should have walked down more alleys. Maybe. Either way, I decided not to stay a second day. Upon waking, we headed south along the high road, heading to Bandelier National Monument.