The Navajo village of Moenkopi consisted of perhaps a dozen long row houses built of volcanic stone, probably with the assistance of the Bureau of Indian Affairs. Each building housed about 10 families and they all had flat roofs. I don’t remember anything green at all but there may have been a few cotton trees; the streets were just a continuation of the desert, bare and dusty. We were spotted by a group of women, all dressed in typical Navajo costume, as we drove into town they ran over to us offering to sell us the silver and greed jade jewelry they were wearing. The two girls and Yvette bought several things; I presume they got them at a bargain. I have no way of knowing. There were few men around but I noticed a couple of old fellows doing something on top of a roof and climbed the ladder they had propped up against the side of the house to see what it was. They grinned at me but said nothing. They had shot an antelope and were tanning the hide. When I took a picture of a little girl about 18 months running around with no clothes on, the mother came out and took her in the house. I don’t believe many of the people in Moenkopi were able to speak English. They were all friendly and waved to us as we drove away.