As we walk down Washington Avenue headed into downtown Houston, we take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the city.
Asphalt and exhaust, freshly-baked bread and freshly-cut grass, rubber and sewage, tacos and coffee and pizza and burgers and not-so-fresh seafood all combine in one gloriously putrid smell that we both love and hate, simultaneously and equally. Somehow we cannot get enough of those smells. Each city has its own unique combination of smells, some heavier on the day-old seafood, others heavier on the fresh baked goods. But in every city we have roamed, we encounter wonderful combinations of heavenly and rancid smells.
Like most cities, Houston contains a plethora of sculptures and old buildings. We notice and gravitate toward the unique and the strange. One of the most bazaar sculptures we see as we wander the city is this stone face.
We also love murals, and these colorful paintings catch our eyes as we pass them.
On this gorgeous day in this marvelous city, we pass wildflowers and flower gardens, old buildings and new highrises, parks and bridges, apartments and restaurants and boutiques.
Houston has us willingly tangled in its web. It is a quietly eclectic city, and we are dying to uncover its treasures. How long H-Town will keep us we do not know, but for now we are enjoying the scenes and aromas of this diverse city.
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