Santa Fe has moved beyond the irony of erecting statues to the noble Indians displaced by Manifest Destiny. It is now killing itself in a love fest of mediocre art in adobe galleries, new age loudspeakers, Euro tourism, and that which cannot be reversed, the instant walled suburb blighting the hills. May this all stop. It’s still a very nice town. Don’t move here.
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