It’s a mysterious place, Fredericksburg. Part Americana, part Old Germany, this iconic corner of East Texas with its color-streaked skies and long vistas is a living memory of the way we were and wish we could still be. In the present, here, there is much of the past. One click of a heel on an old stone pavement and suddenly we’re in a time when hopes were sweet and home as simple as a blue-roofed cottage shining its golden welcome through a rainy dusk.