Believe it or not, but Ken doesn't recall ever hearing the Marc Cohn's classic song, so he was much less geeked out over visiting Beale Street than I was. Beale Street is absolutely fantastic. The heat was extraordinary, especially since I was used to having highs around 50 degrees, but there was so much to see.
Live music floods the streets, and we saw at least four bands performing outside and also heard music wafting out of the many bars and restaurants. Below are a couple of talented guys. I can't imagine playing an instrument in the heat, let alone playing it well, but they pulled it off:
Here is an advertisement painted on the side of a building, and although the ad is for a beer company, the use of the color and blending is interesting.
On our way to find something to eat, we passed a park dedicated to the memory of W.C. Handy. In the park, there was more live music, as well as tables selling fried food, airbrush tattoos, and perfumes. At the center of the park is a statue of W.C. Handy:
This last picture is of a bar we walked by. I like the sign.
Ken and I ate at Miss Polly's on Beale Street. We had fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese. Ken declared that he is never going to KFC again, at least while he's down south. This is interesting, especially after he tried convincing me that KFC has the best fried chicken earlier in the car. I respectfully disagree.
I would love to go back to Memphis when I have more time to explore it. The streets were remarkably clean and everyone was very friendly. It's definitely a tourist area, and the prices can reflect it, but I feel that if I spent another week there, I'd still discover new places and things.
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