“I’m going to Memphis, Memphis Tennessee…”

Well we went to Memphis last March, partly because it was on our route, and partly because I really wanted to see Beale Street and the home of the blues. We had just spent two glorious weeks in New Orleans, steeping ourselves in the live music venues of Frenchman Street, and I was really looking… Continue reading “I’m going to Memphis, Memphis Tennessee…”

End of Chapter One

Hobe Sound & Fort Lauderdale Writing this on our cruise ship as we motor closer to the Azores, I can now look back on our last few days in the US.

Throw me something, Mister!

I didn’t know what to expect of New Orleans. It was a mythical place full of history, music, colour, many races, food, corruption, terrible hurricanes and floods, awful stories of loss, strength, heroism, mismanagement, and ultimately regeneration.

Gypsy Chickens of Key West

We drove down to Key West, just for the day. Driving the overseas highway is fun – it seems like a regular road, with businesses and houses, trees and landscaping, then suddenly it opens up and you realise that you’re on a bridge, driving between islands!