We stayed across the street from the venerable landmark Peabody Hotel, the one with the ducks, and I took a short break and popped over and made these pics.
A quick observation: Memphis is a far- from- happening town. It's numerous glory days are very much in the past, and the recent death of music genius Willie Mitchell seemed to confirm this in a definitive way. Buildings are boarded up and Beale Street is a sanitized semi- reminder of the beauty of the music once made there.
Oddly enough, the Peabody Hotel, which should seem more museum- like than ever, is strikingly vital, grand and stately. It was a pleasure to stroll through the lobby and make these pictures.
3 comments:
What? no pictures of the mens' rooms? Just joking of course. Beautiful pictures, by the way.
I thought about it, but I don't want to be typecast as the men's room photog. Kinda creepy.
yeah, I thought about that when I wrote that comment. That's why I threw the part about joking in there :) But it looks like the kind of place where they would have nice restrooms.
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