San Antonio, TX
I reckon I’ve done San Antonio. The whole thing took me about an hour. Maybe two if I’m generous. There just ain’t that much here.
In a weirdly typical twist the Alamo has suffered from the attentions of the very people who saved it. Instead of being interpreted as it was so people can get a sense of what things were like in early March of 1836 the Daughters of the Republic of Texas turned it into a well-landscaped shrine to the dead. The place never looked the way it does now. Not at any point in its existence. Happily I had a friend point out some battle damage on a side wall and the purported signature of David Crockett in a niche to offer some connection to the past.
Oddly the best spot for a bit of Texas history in San Antonio is the Menger Bar. The bar has a scar from Carrie Nation’s hatchet and a collection of Filipino police uniforms. Outside is memorabilia from the foundation of the Rough Riders and multiple photographs of the various historic figures who passed through the Menger over the many years it’s stood.
As for the rest of the place. Meh. I had more fun in Austin. In fact, if you combined Houston (for the city), Austin (for the arts and weirdness) and San Antonio (for the history) you just might have one, good, functional town.