We arrived in Santa Fe on the last day of the Indian Market. This annual event has been held for the last 64 years and draws abou 100,000 people. I have read about this market for some years and was excited to to attend. For me, there was too much jewelry and it all looked the same, except for a few crafters that really stood out. I could not get into the pottery or the artwork that I saw. I am certain there was some great artwork, but we did not make it to that section...or so I believe. Art is everywhere in Santa Fe. George and I did explore some galleries that gave us more satisfaction than what we were seeing on the street. A couple galleries always advertise in Southwest Art Magazine. I felt like I was on hallowed ground in those galleries while looking at original artwork I had read about. It gave me cold chills.
There were a couple of musicians that we enjoyed.
The Indian Market can be overwhelming due to the volume of art and craftwork. I would have left the streets long before we did, but I was drawn to other attractions.
I am always drawn to dogs, and fell in love with this one.
In a crowd like this, people watching is so entertaining. I have never seen so many Indians and Hispanics. I could have kept the going all day, but I did not want to offend nor did I want to make George too uncomfortable. When a man carries your big black purse so you won't be budened by its weight, you do what you can to make him comfortable. I did manage some people photos. Here are some of my favorite.