Hey there Cowboy- a Flaneur round Nashville

Having escaped the Dome Of Doom, we are now trying to escape the USA. Our plane hasn't taken off yet to go to London to come back to Nashville to get us. I can see it being a very long day.

Yesterday we braved the heat and went into Nashville.

Here's a brief impression of the city.

Martin Edwards said it was architecturally underwhelming.

I'd put it a bit stronger than that. 

View from the Capitol building.

A famous lady who was a sex symbol in her day, would now be considered fat I fear.

Queuing for Chicken with only one C. 

Mr James Polk's memorial. 11th President - known as the Dark Horse.

Capitol Hill

The other sign said  something about Scottish Worship so we took this picture for Billy, who is 87 and is a ermmm...whatever they are called in  'The Masonic'. 

I really hope the people who created Batman also created this building.

Typical Nashville street.

What we need is SmellyBlog so you could witness the aroma of weed, old socks, rotten cabbage and exhaust fumes. 

Alan knew all about this.

I didn't.

We had a vegan burger here. Rather a strange vibe to the place.

Those dressed like extra's from Suits eating amongst those dressed like extras from Rawhide.

We went out a door and got trapped in a fire exit.

Then watched somebody else do exactly the same thing.

An old façade on a new building- rather pretty

Lots of noise.

I tried to write a country song.

"It's hard to be a cowgirl from Glasgow

The boots don't look right with my kilt."

Bravely trying to cross the road.

We waited for an older person and followed them on the basis that they were still alive so had mastered the art.

Old car with with all kinds of floral displays advertising.....something....

Batman !

It might have been smoothies.....? Don't think it was cars.

Doughnuts maybe?

Great ironwork on the bottom of the streetlamps.

Lovely statue..... the farrier had his hand in this position....

Another statue by the same artist- I think this one was called the family.

Just look at the dog!

Batman was following us around.

Here was  the hotel were those who try to escape the Dome are incarcerated.

They are fed terrible rations, one between two.

From a van that entices you in,  then closes the doors and takes you back to the dome.

We did go back, voluntarily. There was a SING workshop going on where  the Bouchercon had been. The rooms that were the bookroom, the author dating room, the book bazaar room were all  back as one huge room and  it was mobbed.

So we, yet again, escaped the Dome.

Caro (UPDATE- at an airport fog bound somewhere on the planet)