Here in San Antonio, the old and new worlds collide, jostle, make nice, make food, make music and generally have a jolly time. Today, for example, we saw a Saint Patrick's day parade on the San Antonio River, with a float containing lovely, statuesque Hispanic women all dressed in green frocks, festooned with shamrocks, doing the macarena! Viva San A and Saint P!
Speaking of jollity, my husband and I had a wonderful time with fellow blogger Lori Witzel yesterday! We met for a drink on the terrace of our hotel and then had dinner at a place Lori picked for us--and it was completely divine. Thank you, Lori, for a terrific evening!
This morning was overcast and a bit drizzly, so I found shelter in the courtyard garden of the Spanish Governor's palace, built in 1749. In the struggle between Spain and France for domination of the New World, the palace represents a period of Spain's ascendancy. Yes, that's a fountain with a tiny trickle of water. I'm, as you may know, a fool for fountains. The black and white vignette is a corner of the same courtyard.