SANTA FE, N.M.
The cloudless sky is as blue here as you will ever see, and the thin air is as fresh and sweet this June morning as you can ever hope to breathe.
On the tree-shaded plaza that has survived hundreds of years without losing its historic, pastoral character, residents of this ancient place (well, in terms of North American history) mix with tourists in an easy, friendly tribute to commerce and art. The American Indian women along the side bordered by the Governor’s Palace as they have seemingly forever, peddling the products of their work spread out on blankets. Amazingly, there is no incongruity between them and the expensive shops of art and fashion that line the other three sides of the square.