Feeling the seasons change was different.  Perhaps it would not have held the twinge of sadness without my father.  But I discovered new things like the Santa Fe flea market and a haunt where the locals went.  “Tecolote” (owl) was this great place where blue corn posole met old fashioned white biscuits and gravy.  It PAINS me to say it is no longer open, as I absolutely adored their breakfast!  The whole place was filled with 1970’s era owls  — from macramé planters to ceramics.  Since I collect wolves I could appreciate all the varying types of tecolotes which must have taken years to collect.  It was not just colorful and fun; their food was old-school fantastic.  My husband says the “flea market” used to be great: a somewhat gritty, true, authentic flea market.  Over the years he says it became very sanitized and more like an outdoor outlet from some of the major shops in town.  But it was still fun to peruse and it had a great view of the opera house when it was still open air.  American fashion designer Anna Sui said this:

“I love going to flea markets especially when I am traveling, because I love seeing the stuff of other cultures, handicrafts and things with historical content.”

Santa Fe offers the perfect mix of cultures, handicrafts, and history; a one of a kind city in the United States; truly the “City Different.”