Compass Guide to Santa Fe (Compass American Guides)

Larry Cheek

ISBN 10: 187886775X / ISBN 13: 9781878867759

Editore: Fodor's Travel Publications Inc.,U.S. 04/12/1995, 1995

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• Titolo: Compass Guide to Santa Fe (Compass American Guides)
• Editore: Fodor's Travel Publications Inc.,U.S. 04/12/1995
• Data di pubblicazione: 1995
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 187886775X
• ISBN 13: 9781878867759
• Rilegatura: Brossura
• Condizione: Very Good

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One of a series of illustrated guides to individual cities and states of the USA and Canada, this volume covers Santa Fe, New Mexico. It includes details of accommodation, eating places, Hispanic arts and jewellery, and excursions to ancient Indian ruins. It also features walking tours around Taos.

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Santa Fe/Fanta Se
Three blocks from my $800-a-month studio apartment is an intriguing sign: Project Tibet. I wander into the courtyard that promises the project's headquarters, wondering what connection Santa Fe might have to Tibet. Inside are three rooms of exotic and lovely Tibetan crafts for sale -- rugs, earrings, teapots, Buddha statues -- and a cluttered office where Paljor Thondup, who fled Chinese-occupied Tibet in 1959, has struggled for the last 15 years to help fellow Tibetan refugees resettle in free countries. "Why Santa Fe?"
"I came here 18 years ago to go to the College of Santa Fe. I decided to stay and start this project because Santa Fe is a unique place. It's a multicultural community, and that creates a meeting of minds."
"Also," Thondup adds, smiling gently, "we're easy to find here. More people drop in because of our sign on Canyon Road and ask about Tibet than ever would in New York, where there are seven million people who never talk to each other."
This is not a conventional guidebook to Santa Fe. This is the work of a visiting journalist who has had a 20-year-long relationship with her, flitting among love, fascination, amazement, aggravation, and exasperation. This is a guidebook in which no subject is out of bounds, one in which Santa Feans talk to each other -- and to me -- about their lives and their histories and their dreams.
La Villa de Santa Feé (its original Spanish name), founded in 1607, claims more history, more fascinating characters, more art, and more multicultural energy than any other city in America with the possible exception of New York, which is more than 100 times Santa Fe's size. Santa Fe sports an unusual climate: two basic seasons, summer and winter, neither too extreme, with an interlude of autumn color that almost rivals New England's. It has three colleges, including a thoroughly unconventional one whose president unashamedly proclaims: "We don't know much about the twentieth century." It is the most concentrated art center in the world: retail sales by galleries and artists in 1993 rang up $212 million -- pretty decent for a town of 60,000. In the decade past, Santa Fe style (for better or worse) captured the imagination of the whole nation, inspiring crafts, furniture, and architecture designed in an "antiqued" eighteenth-century Spanish Colonial dress. It is one of the culinary capitals of Americ
a, perhaps the only one save New Orleans that has evolved a broad and distinctive regional menu of its own. Anyone for crab and mango on tortilla spaghetti with habanero chile sour cream? (I did not, could not, make this up.)
Sweep into Santa Fe on I-25 from Albuquerque (stay on the freeway until the Old Pecos Trail exit; avoid Cerrillos Road) and you'll see the last city in North America that truly embraces its natural environment. Almost nothing man-made save the cathedral and neighboring Loretto Chapel rises more than three stories to scrape the sapphire New Mexico sky. Houses and even commercial buildings snore under a quieting blanket of foliage. Even where the adobe is faked, the muted brown colors help connect the architecture to mother earth.
Or is it the other way around? As Susan Hazen-Hammond observes in her delightfully wry book Only in Santa Fe, this is the only city in America where the more money you have, the more likely you are to live on a dirt road. Santa Feans love to indulge in simulated rusticity. (A common gibe, even among locals, is to call the city "Fanta Se.") Some critics deride its pretensions, but there is also a deep and honest desire to perpetuate the city's unique qualities.
This is an irrepressibly friendly city. Strangers out for morning walks routinely offer greetings to each other. On one of my walks, a light drizzle had started, and a stranger in a car -- a woman, amazingly offered a ride. The young family that owned my apartment, correctly suspecting that I might be lonely 500 miles away from my own family at Thanksgiving, invited me to spend the holiday with them. This is the cultural landscape of Santa Fe.
That landscape comprises many different cultures including Indian, Hispanic, and Anglo. This is even more important to the textural richness of the city than its architecture and art. The cultures all depend on each other, and interact where they need to, but remain to a large extent distinct
Santa Feans fight furiously over their city's present and past, and it frequently plays like theater of the absurd. City Hall operates like a third-world government, rife with nepotism and creaky bureaucracy. One homeowner was denied a permit to demolish a chicken coop on his property; the city deemed it a "historic structure." A telling local joke: How many Santa Feans does it take to change a light bulb? Six: One to screw it in and five to mill around and bitch about how much better they liked the old one.
They have their point, the cranky conservatives. Santa Fe was more charming 30 years ago. But in compensation, it is vastly more sophisticated today, and has much more to offer the visitor. Whatever you do, don't plan on spending just two or three days here. The city, the surrounding Indian pueblos, Spanish colonial towns, Taos, Anasazi ruins, mountains, canyons, gorges, skiing, fishing, hiking, river rafting, grazing those habanero sour cream sauces -- Santa Fe asks for a month.
A month at Santa Fe's prices? Well, my one-room apartment sounded exorbitant indeed at $800, but that works out to $26.66 a night, it was a 15-minute walk from the Plaza, and it had a TV and foot-thick honest adobe walls. I was living near the heart of the most fascinating small city in America, working hours long enough that it might as well have been three jobs, and having a pretty damned good time.