I've just spent 10 days in Albuquerque, probably more famous for being a regular training haunt for world marathon record holder Paula Radcliffe than for being the largest city in New Mexico. The highlight of the week was seeing a coyote run along in front of me during a run last Monday, but that's probably doing ABQ an injustice.
Albuquerque is a large, but spread-out city. While avoiding doing an essay earlier in the week, I decided to explore the city. I thought that taking a bus to downtown would be the best way to get to the happening part of the city. How wrong I was. The high-rise buildings of the downtown totalled two, and apart from one decent souvenir shop, and a few restaurants, there was nothing there for me. So I walked to the old town, a one-street strip of traditional craft shops about 2 miles from the downtown. I managed to punch in a few hours there looking at the gifts that I should buy from my family, but am too lazy to carry around in my already overweight suitcase (and too tight to buy), but I wouldn't necessarily recommend it as one of the world's must visit destinations. Oh there was a museum too, but I don't do museums.
I later found out that the main shopping area is in Uptown, about 3 or 4 miles in the other direction.