Beale Street

Memphis, Tennessee. I am absolutely going to have to come back here- sans dog and hopefully sans rain and wind.

For now, Wiggy and I have walked along the Mississippi and explored Beale Street from top to bottom. We ate some incredibly yummy, messy, finger-lickin ribs and Wigz made friends with everyone who walked by. In some ways Beale Street is reminiscent of Duval Street in Key West. Music pours out of every establishment and drinks are primarily served to go. Everyone is smiling and laughing and gawking. And this was a cold rainy weekday afternoon!

Off to Chattanooga today. The sun is back but temps are stuck below 40. Layers, layers, layers!!