We spent a day in Nashville yesterday and enjoyed every foot stomping, magnolia blossom floating, pancake eating, Opry touring moment.
Though we’d driven past Nashville plenty of times on family road trips to coastal spring breaks, we’d never stopped. I was anxious to pop in and set a spell in the city first glorified, for me, by Kris Kristofferson in “To Beat the Devil.”
His Nashville seemed like a gritty playground for dreamers.
The Nashville we found, courtesy of my personal, digital tour guide and friend, Debbie, was a city of lovely contrasts — sleek and slow, modern metal and vintage brick, happy tourist and driven musician, country and the blues.
We hit the Pancake Pantry, Grand Ole Opry, Riverfront Park, Wild Horse Saloon, and Broadway, heard live music, learned a little line dancing, ate fluffy pancakes and tangy barbecue, and generally exhausted ourselves.
We can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
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