One Last Indian Market post:
Some local color. The sleepers are settling down. Who are the sleepers? Those who have purchased tickets to get first dibs at the artwork tomorrow morning. The load-in begins at 5 a.m., and folks are camped out on the Plaza, rather like the stereotypical tickets-for-the-rock-concert sleep-ins; only this tradition is seemingly much older.
I’m going to miss the company we had last year. I’ll be thinking of smart, perky and always-smiling Andrea, focused yet easygoing André, and the imperturbable, irrepressible Hal as I walk the booths. I sincerely hope there won’t be any more patriotic-themed kachinas ...
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