9/24-10/1~week three, part 1
We were on our way to Airport Mesa, which is actually the Sedona airport but for $3 you can park across the street from the most expansive view we’ve seen yet.
But before we got there we stopped at Chapel on the Hill again to see if we could snag a parking space, and yes we did. A long winding ramp goes from the top of the parking lot to the Chapel. The parking lot is also a ramp of sorts, it winds around the lower part of the mountain. Once at the top the views just go on forever, it seems.
I found it interesting that someone had built this massive home right at the bottom of the hill the Chapel was on. Mountains and Chapel views, wow.
Airport Mesa is a scenic viewpoint, pictures really don’t due the view justice.
We enjoyed the drive and the view to Airport Mesa. Thanks Deb for telling us about it. 🙂
Back in the 1970’s Sedona had one stoplight and most of the area was still open range, so hard to believe looking at the area now.
Abe Miller, a sucessful Nevada developer fell in love with Sedona and specifically the Girad creekside property, which had incredible sycamore trees. One of the agreements on buying the property from the Girad family was that he would leave the sycamores intact and built around them.
It was his desire to build-someday,somewhere-an enchanting arts village to refect the charm and mood of Old Mexico, which he loved.
A living arts community, a village where artisans create in full view of visitors and live on-site as well. It worked in Mexico he felt it could work here in Sedona.
He named his village Tlaquepaque a word from the Nahuatl Native Indian language, the ancient language of the Aztecs meaning “best of everything”.
The village was his labor of love, he worked right along side his contractors, literally designing and building as they went.
A plaque outside the Chapel reads “Some men only dream, others make dreams come true”. This was Abe.
That information was from a brochure of course, Abe’s vision can be seen everywhere in this village. To say I loved it was an understatement. Sadly his vision of artists living and working here didn’t last long if at all.
Vine covered archways lead to winding paths that lead to shops, restaurants and courtyards.
Water could be heard splashing in various fountains as we walked down pathways discovering more and more of this beautiful place. Although we saw no artists at work, we did see incredible works of art throughout.
The tranquility just washed over us as we walked around. It felt cooler in the village with all the trees and covered walkways. I didn’t want to leave…
After reading about the history of Tlaquepaque I understood that it was much more than it is today.
I wished that I was in the area in the 70’s and could have met Abe and heard about his vision, or perhaps I could have come early on and learned from the artists of the time. Maybe I could have lived in one of the very tiny rooms that now house boutiques…
As we walked around we realized that the shops and galleries just faded in our sight. We only had eyes for the beauty of the buildings and landscape and yes for a bit of quirky. …sadly it was time to leave.