March 30, 2005
Biker. Blogger. Believer.
Today's bike ride through the south side (and the second in my lame photo diary entries) took me down to Soulard - one of, if not the, oldest neighborhoods in St. Louis.
Many of us joke that in the alphabet of cities, St. Louis is the A to B....and the aroma of A.B.'s malty hops cannot be missed.
Next, I swung by one of the St. Louis finest, if not creepiest, Catholic churches.
I did pick up one of my favorite local newspapers.You can always count on The Evening Whirl.....
On the way home, I caught some shots of the Magnolias in bloom.
And I simply must ride by this house, even though I believe that it's haunted. There's ghosts up in there. Trust.