Looking at the quilts (and the vendors!) at Paducah, I felt like the little girl in the AT&T commercial who wants more. So, here are more! (Some are close ups to show detail--and a steer!)
Our last day in Memphis and all we need to do was: eat at the Arcade; go to STAX, Sun, Gibson factory tour, Rock and Soul Museum; take a soda counter break; eat more BBQ; find some great donuts. If you follow our travels, you will not be surprised to find out we managed to almost do it all. In the immortal words of Alexander Hamilton, "Let's Go." Rockabilly Brandon told us we really need to go to t he Arcade , Memphis's longest running restaurant (since 1919), and who were we to refuse? The Arcade has been featured in many movies. At one point, Ned realized that he was in the same restaurant where Joe Strummer ate! You'll see it again in the CMT Million Dollar Quartet or in the next TNT rerun of Walk the Line. We did have a bit of a wait since we hit the Arcade at high brunch on a Saturday. Ned and Penn discovered a print shop next door that was devoted solely to sci-fi and fantasy. I discovered a bookstore that also sol...
After rocking out Friday night, our little rebels slept in on July 4th. We wandered around the hotel for a bit, taking in the old world glamour. Seriously, we loved the Pfister. It reminded us of the Driskill in Austin or our frequent haunt in Toronto, the Royal York. Great public spaces in which chandeliers are sprinkled like fairy dust, and everything glows golden. This is the way the Pfister celebrates July 4th: red, white, and blue flowers. For all this glamour (with a u), it was actually one of our lower cost options in the heart of Milwaukee on the holiday/Summerfest double slam weekend. Lots of the folks in the hotel seemed to have stayed there so they could watch the fireworks from the top floor. Making plans for May 1, 2093! What is art? Keys through the years: Harper has spied an old phone. "How does one text on that thing?" she wonders. Summer rates at the Pfister have gone ...
We woke up in Mykonos to a blue world. Mykonos was a tender port, so we lined up for tickets to take these small boats from the Koningsdam to the old port of Mykonos. Not knowing exactly how long it would take, we allowed plenty of margin for error and got the port well in advance of our tour. The wind was whipping across the port, making the day cool and clear. Since we were early, we popped into a port cafe for a quick pitstop. The server seated us with a gracious smile, which vanished when she learned only one of us was ordering a meal. She took away the other placemats and her smile. Didn't faze us. Our tour stop was at the other end of the port's harbor, and we took a leisurely walk to get there that included a bathroom break, where we all learned that not all Greek toilets have seats. (I actually bought a "personal urination device" that allows women to pee standing up months ago and--because a PUD is not usually top of ...
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