When Gera and I want to get away from the rural (our curbless, horse infested neighborhood), we venture out to downtown. Yes, Fort Worth actually has a downtown---with thriving night life and even some rodeo-ing. We mainly walk the museums then frequent a bar.
The climate has finally decided to act like winter instead of pretending it's Springtime. The nights are cool but pleasant. The days are at times windy and biting. Sometimes, we grab a coffee and bundle up on a bench. Peoplewatch.
I've checked the pulse on our cowtown and everyone seems to be less tense, jovial even, but braced. The sad part about our adventure around the outskirts of town is seeing all the businesses closing---the CLOSING or OUT OF BUSINESS or GOING OUT OF BUSINESS or FORECLOSED signs, little shops and stores that were probably started by someone's great great grandparents, but must succumb to the reality of our economy. Despite, FWTX is still going strong, but like every where else...strong with deep caution.
Provence 2016: Day 1
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