Houston, as a metropolis, is an isolated beast, hunkered away from most civilization, aside from Hunstville. You go through Corsicana, then almost nothing, save for a fantastic place to piss and buy jerky, until you reach a town centered around a large prison.
Corsicana and Ennis are better left for Kristen to write about. I have mostly negative memories associated with the town, and I think she has even more.
These photos, from the Houston trip, are centered around three locations: a sweet corner room, made of glass and windows and overlooking the admittedly cool-looking Houston downtown. Antidote, a very dear to me coffee shop that succeeds by virtue of not trying to be Starbucks. Next door is a book store called Kaboom that is equally worth visiting, if for nothing else than to chat up the shop owner, whose knowledge borders on being frightening. At Antidote: Cajeta lattes. The third location is a coffee shop in Ennis, where we met Savannah. Despite being lodged in a shithole, the place manages to eek out a convincing aura of a decent coffee shop, and seeing Savannah was nice.
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