The festive atmosphere continued all along 6th Street, even over on the east side of I-35, where bright lights hung from trees, and from the roofs of businesses. The Via 313 Pizza was still open, fortunately, and I was able to grab a slice of pepperoni to sit and enjoy at the picnic table out in front. Then I slowly walked back up the hill to my car, which I had parked on Navasota above 11th. It was midnight, and most of the showcases were beginning to wind down. After I got my car, I rolled past the H & H Lounge and several other showcase spots, but everything had largely come to an end, and so South By Southwest, that most amazing of all American music festivals had suddenly and quietly come to an end for another year.
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