El Paso’s melting pot
As you stroll El Paso’s sun-broiled streets, it’s easy to forget you’re in America, said Andrea Sachs in The Washington Post. Mexican culture courses through Texas’ westernmost city, which shares the narrow Rio Grande with Mexico’s Ciudad Juárez. While recently exploring El Paso, I saw girls in their quinceañera best in sunny San Jacinto Plaza, and a bartender at the 100-year-old Cafe Central offered me mescal in glasses rimmed with sal de grillos—salt mixed with ground-up chiles and crickets. Pueblo Indians have also left their mark. At Tigua Indian Cultural Center, the Eagle’s Path art gallery sells Pueblo pottery decorated with bears, lizards, and other Native American iconography. Outside the shop, two beehive ovens produce up to 30 loaves of Pueblo bread a day. Then there’s the Texas connection. To feel it, I could head to Rocketbuster to try on $1,000 cowboy boots or glance up each night at a mountain adorned by the illuminated 459-foot-wide Star of El Paso.