This past weekend I took a short trip to Nashville to visit one of my dearest friends. The city, so vibrant and fun, has always held a special place in my heart because it's the only other southern city that has beckoned me to call it home. The city is carefree, but proud. The streets scream color, and character, and exhibit a new south that is slowly emerging.
I was fortunate to finally be given a proper tour of the area, taken to various restaurants and shops lying in the smaller neighborhoods that surround the hustle and bustle of the downtown area. Picked up lunch from a hotdog truck and ate on brightly colored picnic tables with umbrellas over our heads as the rain slowly fell. Enjoyed drinks and appetizers at Rolf & Daughters, a restaurant housed in a beautiful building in a quaint part of town, with simple items like heirloom tomatoes and sourdough loaves to keep us satiated. Brunched at a cozy cafe that offered sandwiches made between slices of thick french toast. Slowly walked to the capitol building and down Musician's Row. Watched tourists flood the streets looking for a glimpse of the past in the venues that line the streets. It was wonderful.
Perhaps I will make Nashville my home someday; however, for now, I'll have to settle on the occasional visit and the lovely tours by my beautiful friend, Emily.