Off to Santa Fe with Lizzie. Art poppin' out all over. It's not real, she says. Santa Fe is not real:
Indians look all set for swarms of tourists. Not a good day actually. Strangely warm for this end of November, calm, sunny, but the town was empty:
We are focused on our destination ---> Church! No apparent separation from State here:
It wasn't even Sunday. Chess Tournament that day, they used the Santa Fe Episcopalian Church hall for that venue. Lizzie's team triumphed. She plays board #2 (six in each team), only girl in the championship section, drew one game, won the other ones. Below the younger kids (Reserve section). Here fawning parents crawl all over with cameras, the older players sneer and sigh deeply if I try to photograph in their room:
Today Albuquerque.
Lizzie reckons Albuquerque is more real than Santa Fe. I agree:
Commerce thrives everywhere you look:
Gotta shop, it will help keep America great:
Sometimes I glance up. Spent all day in church yesterday, got some new twitches growing.
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