After spending the night in an absolutely gorgeous Earthship (see blog Earthship Dreamin’), I made my way back into the town of Taos proper. Driving as carefully as I could, I continued to scour the landscape for something new and interesting, which in Taos is about every five feet. It was a Saturday morning and I spotted a sign for the Taos Farmer’s Market turn right. Score! A perfect boho morning. I took an immediate right and found the market within a mile. Parking was tight, but I got lucky and pulled into a spot right next to the entrance. My dog can smell a farmer’s market a mile away and his excitement about the potential of this adventure was evident from his pacing back and forth in the back seat.
I began my tour around the market at the entrance where I noticed two women playing violins. They were intently staring at Manuel, my dog. He was wearing a beautiful new collar and he was freshly bathed, so why not? We continued to move along past the mesmerizing stands selling the products of local artisan bread masters, cheese crafters and organic vegetable farmers. It was a crisp but quickly turning warm Fall morning that was really better than I could have expected or planned in advance. Isn’t that the way it usually is? People move to Taos to live a different life. They hear the Taos “hum” and they are driven to build Earthships, make art, and establish organic farms for a living. They come to the Taos Farmers Market to sell the fruits of their labor, generational locals and Taos newbies alike. I didn’t buy anything at the market, but there was plenty of interesting stuff I could have decided that I couldn’t live without. I made the last turn at the Taos Farmers Market heading back to the car when I saw a small child sitting on the ground listening to a local band. A tourist was capturing the moment in a photo. Rather than further disturb the moment, I chose to keep walking and retain the image in my mind. Can you see this idyllic moment in your mind too?
This is the point where I have to caution you. As we explore the Bohemian Style of New Mexico together, make sure you do as I say, not as I do. Upon exiting I conveniently noticed a sign that said, “No Dogs Allowed.” Oh, so that is why all of those dogs were in the parked cars barking. The staring violin players made sense now. As they say, “Better to ask forgiveness than permission.” That being said, if you go to the market in Taos, please leave your dog in the car.