No other housing was on its block, they stood alone. Towards downtown (aka civilization) was only this:



Across the other way I found a few more outposts, though:



So I walked over there, catching this vandalized sign for the property I was leaving.



I found these really cool townhouses.



The one on the corner is for sale at $575,000. A resident told me Terrell Owens lived there when he first came to Dallas to play for the Cowboys. He said T.O. liked it so much he bought three units. T.O. also had his famous "accidental suicide" incident here. I asked the resident if it was safe there and he said absolutely. He said a female neighbor walked her dog at midnight, no problem. I asked him about all the street people I saw walking around and he said they don't bother the residents and vice versa. He told me this building across the street was converted to lofts.



Just down from that was a funky automotive repair place or something. The were cars but no identifying signs. Who knows, maybe it was a chop shop.



The auto place had a funny sign:



I decided to continue south past the underpass and see if I saw any more cool hangouts.



A street person was passing through.



What I found blew me away. I'm sure I drove this street last time, not even noticing these hideaway places. The buildings all have their original facades, one was even designated an historical landmark. But look behind the gates and it's a private wonderland.









I passed one place with huge plate glass windows. Inside was a grand piano, hanging lights and opulent furniture. I tried a pic through the glass but the glare was too much. But the place looked amazing and a hideaway dream. At the edge of the hideaway buildings, it looked like this: