Just down the highway, a quaint little Texas town with a musical name,
full of history ... beauty ... and best of all, shops!
Salado.
I spent two afternoons there with friends recently.
Of course, I had my camera...
A wonderful reminder on the first afternoon with Rae...
I hoped this was the same saloon my great-great grandfather mentioned in his memoir, but no such luck. Turns out it was only open a day before the women of the town shut it down.
I still found treasure inside. (No, I didn't buy it. Tempted, though!)
On the next weekend, this blue door lured Nancy and me from a nearby antique shop.
How could we resist stepping inside?
It's St. Joseph's chapel, just outside of town.
Beautiful, inside and out!
Art and antique shops are fun, old chapels are beautiful, but this is what makes my heart beat fast... tables of junk!
I was tempted again, but immediately remembered the two old typewriters sitting at home that I'm still trying to find a place for.
I fell in love with this truck. But then, I fall in love with every old truck I see.
Tell me which treatment you like the best.
Color...
Black and white...
Or sepia...
