On I-10 heading into San Antonio, we were impressed by the clean and green feeling we got from the city. We followed I-10 to where it met I-35 and then took that for a short way before getting off and following the GPS instructions to the Alamo. We rode past and then tried to find a parking spot. I'm not sure the proper protocol for passing a horse and buggy in a tight street but I'm pretty sure I didn't do it right.
I found a little lot a block from the Alamo that had a $10 daily rate posted. The attendant charged me half price to park by his booth and then directed us a block down to the Visitor Center. We met a couple in the lot from Cobourg, Ontario and walked there together. A man in a yellow shirt accosted us and I thought he was trying to sell us something, but he was an Amigo. These people are like wandering tourist information booths. Another nice touch provided for confused tourists.
Leaving the Alamo grounds, we walked a short distance to the Riverwalk. Stemming from a project to curtail disastrous floods, the Riverwalk now extends 2.5 miles and features shops, restaurants, bars and other establishments. It is below street level and feels like a whole other world. We had lunch at the Mad Dog British Pub, sharing a BLT sandwich and a bowl of chicken gumbo. I'm not sure what part of England gumbo comes from. Note for Roxy: the young man serving us was wearing a kilt. We only saw a very small part of the Riverwalk, so I now think I need to go to San Antonio for several days and stay in one of the adjacent hotels. I always thought San Francisco was the coolest city in North America, but it now has competition IMHO.
The rest of the evening was quiet and we retired reasonably early.
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