We flew into El Paso and headed on up to New Mexico. After a delicious late lunch in Las Cruces, my wife suggested we spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the city. She found a neighborhood called Mesilla that sounded promising. (Oh, the wonders of having the world at your fingertips with a mobile phone.) This was the first photo I took in the town which seemed appropriate because we had entered into a very different world from the one we left in Chicago.