Route 66. We drove it up and down while we were in ABQ. Both sides of the highway were littered with diners and old signs. Some were the only remaining evidence of the time of family road trips out west. The hotels that they stood for, long gone into the dust. We would have taken pictures of every single one if we could have. I love their faded colors and distinctive fonts. I am pleased that we got to experience such Americana as driving down Route 66 at sunset.