Rode the 2.7 mile, 18 minute ferry ride from Galveston to Port Bolivar, destination: Port Arthur. Why? I wasn't exactly sure. All I knew was that I needed to take some pictures.....
I don't think this little girl went to school there. No, she went to school in Port Arthur.
I was looking for Proctor Street. Here's what it looked like back in the 1920s:
It doesn't look like that anymore. Surprise! Here are some places just on the outskirts of the old Proctor, downtown area:
I liked this because of the tacky mural and the cool, Yellow Submarine-esque 7-UP sign.
This is the back of the World Trade Building (must have been heady times). Here's the other side (yes, it's the same building):
The Port Arthur Savings Building, complete with a piano to the front of the entrance
Looking back from where I'd come while in front of Keyhole Klub. The Hotel Sabine is the large building in the distance on the right, the World Trade Building on the left. Not a soul around. I felt like I was on one of those Star Trek sets where the story took place on some post-apocalyptic, earth-like planet (say, like "Miri").
Conveniently located a mere two blocks away from the World Trade Building: