It’s with a
touch of sadness we leave Nashville and our lovely riverside
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| Beale treet |
urban home for
the last 3 days and travel south to Memphis. The journey is slow probably due
to the Memorial Day weekend traffic, everyone’s making an early start. In
Memphis, we find our next apartment, which is larger than the last and
beautifully decorated in a more southern style and with references to Elvis and
BB King.
The walk to
Beale street is short but hot and sweaty, so a drink in the Irish bar is very
refreshing, but their pints are more like buckets. Another strange thing are
the plastic palm trees, 2 large teddy bear statues and live goats which
according to the sign jump from the tree house in their enclosure! Only in an
Irish pub! The 2 artists sing and play their way through a good selection of
acoustic blues music until they receive a request for “Sweet Caroline”, they
oblige with the singer looking up the lyrics on his phone and reading them as
he sings and the guitarist manfully strums away in time.
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| "The King" |
The area round
the apartment is lovely, as is the restaurant Spindini, a modern Italian which
serves us up a wonderful pizza and Italian sausage and beef stuffed pasta.
Unfortunately, the place is so dark it is like “dining in the dark” and we
couldn’t see what else was on offer. The stroll back takes us past a cigar shop
with 6 black men smoking the most enormous tree trunk sized cigars, nite y’all
they say, and you we reply.
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