After that Sunday morning thunderstorm, we traipsed through the rain in our hoods like good little Portlanders until it got sunny again.  We checked out the Guenther House and walked through the scenic King William historic district, which reminded me of the Garden District in New Orleans with all the mansions.  However, we noticed it was eerily deserted.  Oh, sure, there were cars parked along the streets, but we were the only humans in sight, whether pedestrian, driver, resident, or otherwise.  I commented that either the storm had scared everyone away or we had become postapocalyptic survivors.

That afternoon we caught the river shuttle north, through the lock, and up to the Pearl Brewery area.  It was a peaceful boat ride with lots of interesting murals, bridges, and buildings to see along the way.  I can see why San Antonio is fashioning itself as the Venice of America.  I enjoyed walking through Hotel Emma.  Very cool industrial style.  We were staying in the Menger Hotel, which was super close to the Alamo as well as a major stop on the ghost tour.

That night we watched the San Fernando Cathedral Light Show.  We arrived a few minutes late, but luckily the show lasts quite a while, so we didn’t feel like we’d missed out.  We really enjoyed it.  The images projected onto the cathedral and the accompanying music celebrate the history of San Antonio and the blending of cultures in the city.  There are strong influences from Mexico and Germany all over, from the names on the cemetery headstones to the street and building names.  In fact, our last dinner in San Antonio was at a German restaurant, where my mom told us a few anecdotes about her side of the family; her father, my grandpa, was from Germany.

And here, finally, are photos!