When Kellie and I came out of the International Folk art museum filled with toys and paper mache, the rain had stopped and a beautiful rainbow was stretched over the mountains in the distance. At the opposite end of the museum quad sits the Native American art museum. It has several statues outside including one statue called the Rainbow Warrior. Now, I imagine it has been done before, but how cool is it that I got a picture of the Rainbow Warrior with a rainbow seemingly connecting him to the sky?
After taking this picture, Kellie and I stepped into the Native American art museum. It was nearly 4 o'clock, and, because we had been on the road in the rain, we had not eaten lunch. The cost of the museum was not particularly high (I don't remember what it was.), but we could see into the display area, and, from what we could see, the displays were mostly items like turquoise jewelry, reed baskets, moccasins, and decorative, ceremonial dress. I am interested in that sort of thing, but, with growling stomachs, the appeal was just not strong enough to pay another entry fee. In other words, I didn't want to pay to look at such stuff for another two hours before eating. So, we exited the museum.
This interesting statue of the Lightning Spirit was outside the Native American art museum in a garden to the right as we exited. Though it represents a spirit, the detail is very exquisite and life-like.
The statue above was also in the little garden area. I don't recall that it had a name, but it reminded me of Dante's Inferno and the thieves who constantly eat themselves.
I found the statue above called Sorrow particularly poignant, so much so that I got a close-up of the woman's face. It is below.
Kellie got some other pictures of the statuary around the museums, but the ones above are all that I took. We had only started to the car when the rain started pouring down again. We drove down into Santa Fe proper around the square and ate at a place called the Burrito Cafe or something like that. Later, we learned that any place that asks whether you want green sauce or red sauce is not authentic. I don't remember why. Apparently, with authentic Mexican food, you are not asked what you like. You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit. While the food we ate that afternoon was good, it was nothing spectacular.
After the meal and bit of wading through some flooded streets (They really do not get much rain there!), we retired to our VRBO which was a tiny house situated behind the garage of a couple's residence. Later, we ventured out to get some groceries for our little house of three days and nights. Not much to tell there. Walmarts are the same just about everywhere.
Stay tuned for Sundays adventures in Los Alamos, Jemez, and Red Rocks.