We slept late and then watched stage four of the Tour Zoe France. There was a terrible crash near the finish line in which Mark Cavendish was pushed into the barrier by Peter Sagan as Mark Cavendish tried to go around Sagan.
Willy stayed the night. Suzette fixed scrambled eggs with Trout with the PPI Trout from last night’s meal at El Meze.
We then said goodbye to Willy and drove to Arroyo Seco for its parade.
The parade was a real let down, only one or two actual floats. On our way to the apartment we stopped at Taos Clay, where I found a nicely made tea cup made with porcelain and glazed with a blue celadon glaze.
When we returned to the apartment we were hungry, so we decided to make hamburger steaks, with corn on the Cobb, sautéed mushrooms and onion and some diced red pepper. We started the meal with a bowl of cucumber soup with everything bagel croutons.
I formed two hamburgers and sliced seven mushrooms and 1/3 of a Vidalia onion and diced 1/6 of a red bell pepper that we added to the skillet in which we were sautéing the hamburgers for a one skillet dish.
Suzette stripped most of the husk from two ears of corn and cooked it in the microwave. I opened a bottle of Casa Avril 2016 Tempranillo. Suzette plated up our July 4th Dinner and I poured glasses of wine. We enjoyed our traditional meal. We watched “The Book of Eli” during dinner.
After dinner I rested and Suzette “pirates of the Caribbean”
After resting we showered and dressed and packed the picnic basket with cherries and a blanket and walked to Kit Carson Park to join the community celebration. We found Cynthia and Ricardo immediately and laid our gear next to theirs. We talked and I expressed my thrilling news of finding the Latham painting. They were dancing, as usual, so soon Suzette and I were able to sit. The musical groups plying were all Latin music which is not to my liking, but I danced a few dances with Suzette. Mostly I sat and people watched. It was not a happy evening for me, perhaps because I am concerned about our democracy's survival, wondered how we could let this happen, and what can be done to correct the possible dismantling of our democracy by the Trump administration. I became a bit depressed when I saw the celebration and wondered how the culture might change. It seems that in music at least, the driving force has changed from Black (jazz, blues, rock, and rap) to Latin (Latin American music, such as Cumbria and salsa) with a bit of reggae still going on.
After the music ended as darkness fell, fireworks started being fired from the area of the ballfields near the community offices and they were spectacular. We turned our chairs and watched until there was a significant ground explosion that set off a burst of explodions and a huge cloud of smoke. The M.C. Announced that it would be a few minutes while the fire brigade put out the fire for the fireworks display to continue. We packed up and invited Cynthia and Ricardo over for cobbler, but when they drove over they had trouble finding our apartment and parking and I may have been unhelpful, so they said they were tired and went home to go to bed.
Suzette was tired also and went to bed. I stayed up and ate a bowl of cobbler with a cup of tea.
Bon Appetit
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