We drove through Taos and wandered the streets for an hour. Prophet declared that she was "going to live in Taos when I grow up". Gnome seconded the sentiment.
"You can't live with me in the same house, though," insisted Prophet.
"Yes, I am," declared the unstoppable Gnome.
"No you're not! Mo-o-o-o-m, tell her she can't live in my house in Taos!"
Mom declined to get involved.
"I'm going to live with you just cause that's what I'm a gonna do," announced Gnome. I admire the way she doesn't fear rejection and doesn't get defensive or catty (which tends to be the usual response). Fortunately, there was much to distract them from this minor disagreement.
Including piles of delicious food. We feasted on tex-mex at The Alley Cantina.
I slipped away for a few seconds to jot notes in my journal. If it weren't for the bewitching effect of the drain pipes- their linear form contrasting so sharply with the rounded silhouettes of the pueblos- I might have used my "alone time" more wisely.
Imagine the noisy fun of a torrential rain on the streets of Taos.
And then this juxtaposition of metal pipes with a lodgepole pine fence. Lovely, beguiling Taos.
