Fort Worth is an interesting town. It was established in 1849 as an army outpost on a bluff overlooking the Trinity River (pictured above). It quickly evolved from a sleepy outpost to a bustling mecca when it became a stop along the Chisholm Trail, the legendary path where cows were led to market. Even today, the Stockyards, just North of downtown, remain a center of activity for the livestock industry. Thus far, I've only been able to see the area of Fort Worth that surrounds my hotel, the Sundance Square, and I have to say it seems like a ghost town. Virtually no one was out and about when I took a brief walk yesterday, except perhaps for an Unusual Topiary Cowboy stationed in front of the Plaza Hotel building, a saloon dating back to 1908 which apparently rented "guest rooms" by the hour.
I couldn't tell whether the Topiary Cowboy was waving hello to passersby (which in this case was just me) or waving a gun. But that's not what interested me the most.
In case you're wondering, the cowboy's distinctive Topiary Horse didn't shit rose petals. I checked ...!