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Inn of the Governors

I'm starting the 6-day solo portion of my New Mexican adventure at the Inn of the Governors on West Alameda. This is where my maternal grandparents used to stay in the '60s and '70s when they'd visit Santa Fe, which was often. There is a cozy, homey ambiance here. You feel it as soon as you enter the lobby, where they have a lovely sherry and tea hour every afternoon from 4 to 5.
Three kinds of sherry, dry, medium and sweet. I tried them all.
Sunlight floods the lobby at sherry time.
My "superior king" room (with balcony) is ultra-spacious and airy, and the rustic decor features wrought iron fixtures and handsome black and tan carpet.
There are thoughtful little touches throughout....
They had me at "magnifying makeup mirror"
Large dispensers of Gilchrist and Soames shampoo, conditioner and body wash in the shower.
(No little bars to unwrap or bottles to drop.)
Nightlights. It's the little things, people.
The Inn enjoys high Trip Advisor ratings because of its ideal location and relatively affordable rates (which include a hot breakfast) and Del Charro, their lively (and cheap) bar and restaurant that's a favorite among the locals. 
The house margarita, with shaker, equals about 2-1/2 margaritas. Proceed with caution.

Comments

Enjoy, Wally, enjoy. It's the kind of luxury you deserve on a daily basis. xo Peanut
Deb said…
So happy to have you visiting our sweet Inn. Lovely post! Thank you.
Cathy Hamilton said…
It's my pleasure, Deb. "Sweet" is the perfect word for this place.

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