Albuquerque is New Mexico’s biggest city, but tends to get short shrift from tourists. Outsiders on the hunt for the usual Southwestern signatures — turquoise, adobe, intermingled cultures, blue skies, chiles — often fly into the Albuquerque International Sunport, then drive right away to Santa Fe or Taos and miss an opportunity. Albuquerque has the requisite turquoise and chiles, too, and charges less for them. But more, it has a lived-in, bustling, modernized kind of charm, with no forced quaintness. Unfreighted by tourists’ ideas of how it should look and what it should offer, it often surprises. There’s a buoyancy to the Southwest style here, and, in a not-unrelated development, probably more resident balloonists per capita than in any other city on earth.
36 Hours: Albuquerque from The New York Times
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I’ve always had a good time in Albuquerque, and I have visited many times. Plus, it is practically impossible to get lost there!
Hi Ken: Perhaps at the party at my house you met a tall, lanky guy in cowboy boots? He took the photos for the article on ABQ!
Thanks again for coming. Hope you had a good time.
Kelly