Based on the forecast, I decided Tuesday would be the best day. Which worked out well as far as the weather goes. And since the tourist crowd is much lighter during the weekdays, I had pretty much the run of the town. What I didn’t expect was how…empty…the town looked without all the people walking around checking out the shops. Still, I love the old 1850s buildings that have been repurposed, and even empty the town has its charms. It was fun to remember the old Palace theater where I saw Ferris Bueller’s Day Off when I was in high school. It’s a clothing store now, but the outside looks the same as it did then.

Normally when I go to Fredericksburg I go up one side of main street and down the other, from the Nimitz Hotel to the park and then back down (from Washington to Adams – which you would think would be very short, but somehow Lincoln and Llano got sandwiched in between). For some reason – well, it’s an obvious reason actually – I never venture beyond the covered sidewalk (and there’s the reason). This time I decided to follow the church spire to the other end of town. There are actually three churches of note on that end of town. Well, two churches, three church buildings. The St. Mary’s Catholic church is just a block off Main street and the campus consists of the old church, the new church, and a school across the street. I took a few pictures of the outside of both the old and new and then started back. While I was waiting for the light to turn so I could cross the street I was greeted by a young man I had seen walking from the church. He was sitting on a bench there smoking a cigarette. He said, “this town is like little Germany.” Indeed. I learned that he and his father were visiting from Dallas to work on the church organ. He suggested I should go in the old church since I was taking pictures of them. I went back after eating lunch and went in. The church walls are white and the glow of the stained glass windows makes the whole church look blue inside. In deference to the handful of people praying I did not take any pictures inside, but it was worth the return trip.

I stopped in Agave art gallery on San Antonio street to see what “Texas Style” art meant. Sculptor John Bennett stepped away from his work to talk to me about some of the works he had there and give me some great side information about the artists and their art. He was very nice and I did really like several of the pieces there, especially one of the Stephen Napper paintings, but my art budget is modest and even though there was one piece I thought would be nice in my mom’s kitchen (a Melanie Fain bluebonnet etching), I let my more prudent self talk my more wide-eyed-wonder self into thinking on it over a meal.

Being a German town, there is no shortage of German food to be had. However, I am somewhat ashamed to admit, although I am of German heritage I find the food to be much too heavy, especially for a hot walk around town.  I’ve always gone to The Peach Tree for sandwiches in Fredericksburg, but since John was so personable I thought I’d ask. He said he and his wife like a place right around the corner. When I mentioned Peach Tree he said, “that used to be her favorite.” So, thinking our tastes must be similar I took him up on his suggestion and went to the Woerner Feed Store. Which is exactly what it is/was. It still looks like a feed store on the outside, but it’s enclosed and air conditioned inside. I had a very tasty Spicy Sicilian sandwich which I heartily recommend, and, since my camera was packed up in the back seat, used my phone to take a picture of the rooster that was hanging around outside on the way out. It’s that authentic.

After lunch I headed back down to the other end of town to visit the old St Mary’s church and also the other art galleries on that end of town. I really liked the Lutheran church a few blocks away, but unfortunately with the Canon 60D not being full-frame, my 28mm lens couldn’t get the bell tower in the frame without also getting the power cables in the shot.

The one thing I haven’t mentioned, which anyone who knows Fredericksburg is wondering about, is peaches. Poteet is known for strawberries and Fredericksburg is known for peaches. If we had an apple town we’d be set. During peach season Fredericksburg is drowning in road side peach stands and tourists stopping to buy. Some of the orchards will let you pick your own (for a price, of course). Alas, it is not peach season, so despite a few wayward stands on the road out of town and the numerous businesses named Peach something or other, this particular trip was rather devoid of peaches. Maybe next trip.

Other places of note in Fredericksburg:

The National Museum of the Pacific War (in the old Nimitz Hotel) and George HW Bush Gallery

Rockbox Theater – live music, tribute shows and more

Texas Rangers Heritage Center – it’s not open yet, but it looks like it’s going to be great. Already well under construction on the east side of town on 290, phase 1 is scheduled to open Aug 2015.

Have a favorite hang-out or restaurant in Fredericksburg? Let me know in the comments!

The sun was hiding behind a very cloudy sky, so I walked up and down the row a couple of times just to see if the light had changed and if there were better angles to try. I didn’t find much in the way of brighter light, but while I was walking around a few new cars and trucks showed up, so I was glad to have stayed. The Ford in the field of flowers was one of those, as was the beat up truck (the picture of the spare tire with the metal fastener). I think it was a Ford as well, but I could be wrong about that.

The blue ’58 Corvette was one of my favorites – mostly just because I really like that model ‘Vette. The red ’65 is beautiful as well…but there’s something about the twin headlights and the white side accents on the ’58 that grabs my heart.

The Cobra was a beautiful car as well. It is a reproduction, as almost all Shelby Cobras are. And there’s the rub. It’s such an eye-catching car, and this one was very well done (the picture of the Roush engine was from it). But because the originals are so rare, everyone who sees a Cobra wants to know, before anything else, “is it real?” Not, did you build it, is it fun to drive, what’s the top speed, or anything like that. Just, “is it real?”

I was disappointed there weren’t more trucks. There really were only 6 or 7. Of those, one was the beat up ’40s model that came late, one was a flatbed, two El Caminos, a ’30s model delivery – not sure if you would call that a truck – and a couple of pickups (one of which was an unrestored ’80s era S10). No ’50 5-windows, or ’62 GMCs or anything like that. The black El Camino had really nice chrome rails on both sides of the bed but I’m afraid I didn’t do it justice. I tried a couple different angles, but nothing seemed to capture it the way I wanted.

Since I was sitting around for the whole show, a few people asked me if I had a car in the show. Well..not this time, but if I keep going to these things I’m going to end up getting an old Chevy/GMC pickup just so I can join the fun.