The flea market covered several acres and was a treasure of artwork (both local and international), carpets, jewelry, clothing, furniture, food, etc. Everything seemed to come with a story. A table I looked at was expensive because "it was used in a covered wagon coming across the US." The stories were priceless.
Driving on to find the Teseque Pueblo was an adventure. The sign on the main highway was huge, but once I took the exit, any signs disappeared. I spent an hour driving back roads (many of them dirt) before I finally found my way to the pueblo. In general, pueblos are usually multistory adobe dwellings built around a central courtyard. The Teseque Pueblo had a beautiful Catholic Church as one side of the square and another side was the original ancient two story adobe building. The other two sides were newer adobe homes. I walked through the center square of swept dirt to get a good look at the Church and was struck by the absolute silence. I didn't see or hear anyone. Dogs were sleeping near each of the houses but none made a sound. In a way I felt that I was intruding in a private part of the lives of the people who live there.
Tomorrow the tribe will hold a special dance at the Pueblo and I'm hoping that I can find my way back there. This time the public is invited.
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