"Ray’s Taos" a Taos Pueblo Travel Page by ray_d

Some tens of miles south was Taos.
Some tens of miles south was Taos.
Now a Touristy Indian Village, it was once a community of adobe dwellings.
A beautifully preserved Adobe-church takes pride-of-place.
Fried bread is sold onsite and trinkets as well as native art is available from the surrounding housed turned shops.

People and dogs lie in the sun absorbing the view of hundreds of tourists wandering the premises.
The redness of the ground and buildings making a rough shadowed and visually cool landscape of one roomed homes wedged against and above each other.

Beyond the compound of the Village is the more modern town.
Here were more shops and stalls.
The quality was more distinct and many an item appealed to my hungry eyes.
Were it not for the tyranny of distance and the price of excess luggage any one of a hundred artistic items could have followed me home.

Paintings from well-known artists abounded.
Rugs woven by natives were resplendent in colours and motifs that needed time to appreciate.
Some hailing from past legends and tagged in colours of the traditional ancestors.

Glass and pottery were of high quality but well sought after and commanded a higher price but still affordable compared to city galleries.

Big, old cars with even bigger sound systems took over the late afternoon.
Cruising slowly, along with painted-up Harleys in a never-ending parade of the bored and underutilized.
Thumping various echoing and unrecognizable tunes they jammed the few village streets and made an amusing foreground to the backdrop of old buildings tightly packed on either side of the streets.

All in all more of a contrast between the past and future of a proud nation engulfed by consumerism.