From cowboy boot shops to wine capitals: I visited the US state with direct British Airways flights

THE smell of fresh leather smacks me in the face before I’ve even entered. It’s a firm confirmation of my whereabouts — if the wide-brimmed cowboy hats and polished-buckle belts weren’t enough. This is the fourth cowboy boot shop I’ve found myself in, during a two-hour afternoon hunt through Austin’s South Congress district. With Beyonce’s...