I DREAM OF WEENIE

     Our summer adventure continued with a long drive north to Atlanta.  We visited my niece and her husband.  Six months ago they went to a wedding in Scotland and returned  -a little later than planned-  with this beautiful baby. "Afton" is named after a Scottish river.
    Nashville came next.  Francesca's nephew and his girlfriend are pursuing advanced degrees there.  The city is called "The Athens of the South" because of its many universities and its life-size replica of the Parthenon. Of course, music is the big thing and we bicycled down Music Row. 

Francesca, the Grove guy, Ivo, Minoo and the Music City Center

Live country music blared out of the bars as did the smell of stale beer and urine.
  We opted for a concert in Riverfront Park.
 

Its crazy that Coconut Grove can't have something like this.
 Maybe, working together, we can make our hometown's waterfront as special as Nashville's.  

East Nashville is like the Grove used to be. 

The houses have age, color, and character.

  Where streets meet at Five Points a small business district thrives.
      No chain stores here.  Instead you'll find unique art galleries, bars, and the only restaurant I've ever seen made out of a VW van,"I Dream of Weenie."

    It is special, said to be East Nashville's only "fulls service weenery". 
    Next stop, gettin' down (exploring caves) in Kentucky.