Taos

High desert. Seven thousand feet. Situated on a gentle slope amidst fragrant fields of sage. To the east, higher mountains. To the west, a grand vista over the Rio Grande valley.

Another donkey cart path town, like Santa Fe. Streets twisting and turning through Old Town, meeting at all sorts of odd combinations. Not a square block to be found. A vibrant place. A charming place.

And the occasional sunset.