San Xavier Blvd., 520/294-2624, donations welcome Except maybe beef jerky, but thecarne secais much better. Shredded and served with fresh tortillas, it's unlike anything I've ever tasted. The beef is perfectly spiced with lime, garlic, and green chilies, and dried outdoors for several days. We come for the famouscarne secaplate and aren't disappointed. We head over to the El Presidio Historic District for dinner at the oldest family-run Mexican restaurant in the country, El Charro Café. Best known for his paintings of children and landscapes, De Grazia created a unique space to show his work: The adobe gallery is decorated with colorful murals, brightly painted tin flowers, and a cholla cactus walkway. Up in the foothills of the Santa Catalinas is the late Ettore 'Ted' De Grazia's Gallery in the Sun. There are enough thrift stores and import shops to keep you busy for hours. I found the noise soothing you might not.įrom the hotel it's a short walk to the 4th Avenue shopping district. No matter where your room is, you'll hear the cargo trains. Ask for a room far from the popular nightclub or you'll feel the booming music until 1 a.m. But they have character, with vintage beds and rotary phones. They're small, a bit ragged, and the door hits the toilet as you enter the bathroom. Firefighters recognized Dillinger, and he was captured nearby. They were holed up here in 1934 when a fire broke out. Built in 1919, the hotel served as a high-class rest stop for ranchers and mining tycoons, maintaining its genteel reputation until John Dillinger and his gang rolled into town. We circle the Hotel Congress a few times before figuring out there's parking in back. This remnant of the late 19th century stands in stark contrast to the modern convention center a block away.ĭowntown Tucson is a warren of one-way streets you'll want a good map. The ground around it is littered with colorful candles-evidence of the hundreds of prayers offered here in recent weeks. Nearby in the Barrio Histórico is El Tiradito, a small wishing shrine dating from the 1870s. The namesake dish isn't what you'd expect-instead of watery salsa, you get spears of mango, pineapple, coconut, and jicama served in a Dixie cup and topped with red chili powder and salt. It isn't much to look at, but the soft corn tortillas are amazing. Upon entering, I'm struck by the serenity: Worshipers and tourists stand in quiet awe, marveling at the colorful murals and statues that adorn each wall, all recently restored to their original beauty.īack in the car, we head to Pico de Gallo, a little taquería in South Tucson.

Its blinding exterior leaves no mystery as to why it's called the White Dove of the Desert. Completed in 1797 and still the center of a functioning Roman Catholic parish, the enormous adobe church can be seen for miles around.

We land mid-morning and head straight to Mission San Xavier del Bac. With a few exceptions, the things you'll want to see are concentrated in and around downtown. Toss in quirky attractions and a 75 mph speed limit and you have a road-tripper's nirvana.Įven though it's Arizona's second-largest city (after Phoenix), Tucson doesn't feel all that big. The flavor is a wild mix of the Old West and Old Mexico-from the architecture (wooden ranch houses and adobe casitas) to the food (mesquite-grilled steak and carne asada). The southeast corner of Arizona is a land of extremes: mountains that top 9,000 feet and are covered in Douglas firs dry, dusty basins that sprout cacti and seemingly little else. The rental car has A/C and we haven't seen the sun in weeks. When my husband and I left the East Coast it was 40 degrees and raining here in Tucson the temperature is above 90, even though it's late October.

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