We talked about shoemakers and buying musical instruments in pawn shops and why San Antonio is a great town and where I should eat lunch and what I should wear with the red cowboy boots I just bought (“You’ll see the ladies around here wearing ’em with white dresses, but they’re great with those shorts too.”) and oh, yeah, I got a pair of red cowboy boots at Paris Hatters, a 100 year old western wear establishment in San Antonio, Texas.
Very interesting, reflective post. The Alamo didn’t ever draw me much, but your post has made me add it to my ever growing list of must-see U.S. destinations.
The Alamo is evocative, if over-commercialized, but I hope you got to go to the sister missions out of town. For a bicycler like you, the new walking/;bike path that connects all the missions should be nirvana. And the missions are quiet and give you more of a sense what it was like in the early days of Catholic settlement.