93 – At Dragonfly with Michael, Esteban Castillo, Jewelry, Rincon Trading Post, Dinner with Robbie and Jim

Pamela and Carolyn are leaving this morning. Michael and I help them with their luggage. Farewell hugs.

Michael suggests we get a coffee and almond croissant at the Dragonfly, the best bakery in Taos: three kinds of puddings, many pies, cheesecakes, tiramisu… and their famous almond croissants. Yes, delicious. We chat, and one of his friends joins us. His wife arrives, she is Swiss. They were supposed to leave last week. Ah Europe! The cloud hangs there still, blocking plans for return.
My fridge has been filled up by all the departures. I have lunch.

Then I go on exploring the town, looking in on the Rincon Trading Post, a small family museum, inn, and store.
Estevan Castillo is a jeweler like his grandfather, Ralph Meyers, the founder of this trading post. He left Estevan his tools, the very ones he had crafted for his creations.

As usual, we talk. He explains the technique by which they gathered up all the silver scraps, remelted them, and cast them in a sand mold. He tells me about inlays and overlays, shows me a necklace with silver beads and a pendant all made by him, bracelets and rings. He fetches the hallmarks that were used for the different designs. Then he brings out old pictures of his mother as a child, of his parents, taken in front of the store, of friends, of parties with the neighbors. It is a pleasure to see the past unfold on the table and to listen to him telling the stories of these earlier lives.

 

This morning, Robbie had invited me to come over in the late afternoon. She wanted to show me the engravings she made from the photos of petroglyphs taken the day we walked along the Rio Pueblo.

She is in her workshop. We look at the prints and the photo-engravings. I admire her work, I particularly like this picture : an improbable bird with a horse’s head , claws firmly on the ground, and wing deployed. Will it have the necessary strength to take flight?

We find Jim in “his” kitchen. A mouthwatering aroma greets us. We relish the meal. Convivial evening, conversation: Jim’s delicious cooking, our photos, Taos, our children, journeys, friendship. Our last dinner together.

We promise to see each other again…

A faint yellow streak lingers in the west.

Traîne à l’ouest un liséré jaune indécis.
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