A fork in the road

We had to go up to MD Anderson at The Woodlands first thing this morning so that Leejohnaire could have his hemoglobin levels rechecked (thankfully, they are at an acceptable level, so no need for any additional treatments – yay!). 

On the way back, we popped into Old Town Spring.  Spring is now a modern suburb of North Houston, but the original town of Spring was shaped by Native Americans, German immigrants, railroad personnel and sawmill workers.  Once a historic railroad town (the railway line still runs through it, so you regularly hear a haunting train whistle while you wander around), Old Town Spring is now what I would describe as a Victorian-style village of shoppes and cafes.  There are more than 150 mostly one-off boutiques, restaurants, art galleries, antiques and museums (all really small).   The buildings are all very photogenically old-fashioned (perhaps the subject of a blip another day).  Leejohnaire has chosen to blip one of the less photogenic ones.

Among the various elements in this image is this sign which presumably used to sit outside a restaurant that is now no longer there – whatever it was, the last thing they were selling appears to have been $10.  It’s my entry for the Derelict Thursday challenge this week. 

Thank you for all your lovely comments, hearts and stars for my seed pod yesterday!