We discovered the Talin Market in Albuquerque, and spent at least an hour wandering its aisles, which are filled with all manner of food imported from around the world.
You should go - it's at the corner of Central and Louisiana avenues, right there in Albuquerque.
One of my earliest memories is of my parents staying up late to process slides in the kitchen. I can still remember the first photograph I took - of a rock, with a mountain in the background. In college, I was almost positive I was going to be the next Ansel Adams.
All of which has led me here.
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