This was certainly one of the more surreal experiences of the trip thus far. I did find it a bit ironic however that they don’t allow you to bring firearms up to The Sixth Floor museum. That’s the entire reason why you even HAVE your museum!
I had pretty much written off San Antonio as just another corporatized city. The first saving grace was Howl At The Moon, a dueling piano bar. But then again it’s a franchise — typical San Antonio. The second saving grace, and the most unique thing about San Antonio (if not the entire US of A) is Barney Smith’s Toilet Seat Art Museum! Yes, you heard me right… and Barney has a story to go along with each and every one of these commode covers!
Kinda underwhelmed SA. You’ve pretty much managed to completely pave over your entire history with corporate logos and tourist traps. Way to sell out. I guess in a sense though that IS your history… missionaries coming through and paving over the Native American lands with churches and farm land. All praise the glorious Coca Cola™!
