Thurs 12 July – 14899 steps
We used the morning to catch up on sleep, housework, laundry etc. I do miss the laundry genius of Norah Matsabula. Stains do not come out in a 30 minute wash cycle. What is “permanent press” setting anyway?
Later, we set off to 6th Street and on Nicola’s advice we went to Easy Tiger for a pint and a charcuterie platter. Very good, thanks Nix. Then we walked down the length of 6th street. Even though it was still early, it was busy. David found a warning sign that he thinks should be appropriate for Dave’s Cave. We walked on to the Capitol building and did the self-guided tour. Texas has a history that is as interesting as California’s.
We went back downtown and on to the White Horse which is on the other end of 6th Street. A marathon walk! We passed food trucks and a lot of construction. I am amazed that all the buildings are wood panelling on a steel structure. There was one old man sitting on his porch in one of the few remaining houses on the street.
By this time, we were hungry again and as they only have a taco stand at the White Horse, we went across the road to an Italian restaurant where a jazz trio was playing on the patio. Very inviting atmosphere. Avoiding pasta and pizza, we both ordered the rack of lamb chops. Well, there was nothing American about the portion size. Some fool had also trimmed the chops into such small lollipops, there was very little meat and definitely no fat. They were served with roasted fennel and pea puree. We filled up on bread, olive oil but no butter. So much for avoiding carbs!
We went back to the White Horse and had a wonderful jol, dancing the night away. I was told to keep my shoes on, but that did not cramp my style too much. David got a quick waltz lesson from a lady who belongs to what I imagine is a group of professional dancers hired to keep the dancing going. While all the rest were doing the Texas Two–step, David and I were doing our own boere-orkes sokkie thing.
Chuckle of the day: Has to be David’s face at the sight of the lamb chops.
What I learnt: Never order New Zealand Lamb in an Italian restaurant in Austin, Texas.
PS. If anyone reading this, knew or remembers Aunty Teddie, she was definitely a Texan governor in a previous life.
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