A few days off in Nashville for me provided a look at the city’s monstrosities.
I say that in the most affectionate way possible.
I went to what is now one of my favorite cities in the world with my parents. They showed me a few things they’d seen before on a trip by themselves (all of historic and educational significance) and I showed them the things that I loved about the city (most folksy and involving food).
We went to the Nashville Farmer’s Market and had some of the greatest pizza in the world, in between walks in the Bicentennial Park walking tour through Tennessee’s history. It displayed the good and bad that had happened in the state, from millions of years ago, through territorial disputes with Native Americans, the Civil War and on through the present day.
After a long, hot walk, we needed to go inside and enjoy some good old air conditioning. We visited the Frist Center for Visual Art, located inside an old post office, which I think was my dad’s favorite part of it, and even took a turn through the Union Station Hotel next door.
But even the huge art museum and the giant, transformed train station hotel were not the big hits of the trip.
By “big hits” I don’t mean things we liked, I mean enormous, unbelievable displays of what the human spirit and a bit of money can do for sightseeing in Nashville.
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