Santa Fe has been my enchanting home for 25 years. Once, I stayed in the DeVargas Hotel when it was nothing more than a giant travelers’ hostel, filled with African drummers from Sierra Leon. Now, it is the elegant Hotel St. Francis. Facades always change, but the expression of a living community needs nourishing and protection. I will always remember those wild traveling drummers.
The heart of a city beats where the artists, musicians, writers and all creative people congregate, not in the convenience of supersized box stores and fast-food drive-throughs. I have only heard one person say, “Thank God Santa Fe has a Denny’s!”
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