Nashville, Tennessee

Nashville on a Sunday morning reminds me of Johnny Cash’s song, “Sunday morning coming down.” Quiet, and empty in the downtown core, it seemed everyone was nursing hangovers from the good times the night before.

We found a state park downtown that had some interesting features: a timeline engraved on granite pinnacles telling of Tennessee’s history; a semicircle of tributes to authors, singers, and others who have contributed to the culture of the state; and this globe of the world indicating the places where Tennessee soldiers fought during the Second World War. This globe moves easily held up by the water pressure that is noticeable near the bottom. Quite something.

We enjoyed wonderfully seasoned catfish at the Cock of the Walk restaurant where our cornbread was tossed in the air out of its frying pan and almost all of it landed back in the pan!

Visiting Thomasville Georgia

Thomasville, Georgia, home of antebellum plantations. We loved this gorgeous live oak that takes up about half a block, with its branches lollygagging across the intersections in all directions.

This is apparently the largest live oak in North America.
The town has taken care to protect these branches by suspending some with wires, and using ground supports in other places.