Here's a quick set from Nashville, where I recently had to go for a couple of days. I was allowed to bring my partner along, and during the trip it transpired that his nipple rings were giving him just a
dickens of a time. This necessitated a hunt for a tattoo and piercing parlor that might be able to help. We eventually did find one, and they were able to help, and things have been much better ever since.
Also, the hotel offered mechanized pancakes. You pushed a button and then got to watch the batter squirt out onto a conveyor belt before it went through a couple of permutations and shot out the other end of the machine as a delicious, perfectly browned pancake.
As for me, I stuck with the waffles.
Anyway, Nashville!
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The view from our hotel room. Note the Batman Building peeking coyly into view just to the right of center.
Some might call it tacky, but I personally find a full-scale replica of the Parthenon to be a pretty neat thing to have in your town. It houses a replica of the original statue of Athena that once graced the original Parthenon, painted gaudily -- and accurately. It's a misconception to picture the Parthenon marbles, or any ancient statuary, as colorless white marble. The ancient Greeks and Romans dolled up their statuary in riotous colors.
On another note, the Nashville Parthenon also houses a small art museum, as well as an historical exhibit about the exposition that gave the city both the Parthenon and the Centennial Park in which it sits.
My partner noted that this really should have also been printed in Greek.
Meanwhile in Centennial Park...
And elsewhere. Our hotel was near Vanderbilt University, so our time was spent exploring the area around the school, then downtown.
We briefly considered staying at this hotel located in what used to be the city's train station. Then we considered the many and various ways that the hotel nickel-and-dimes you, the way fancy hotels are wont to do. I do not wish to be charged for everything short of taking shallow breaths inside the room itself, and so we stayed elsewhere.
We went looking for this building, and I was delighted to find it. My Southern Baptist upbringing is something of an inside joke between God and me, and let me tell you now that God has the best sense of humor of any infallible deity I know.
I bet you can tell which pictures came from my partner's Apple phone and which ones came from my Android.
And that would be the last rays of sunset reflecting off the towers of downtown Nashville.
Until next time.
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