29. Arizona - Part 2

Month: February 2017
Location: Scottsdale, Phoenix & The Grand Canyon National Park

It was dark when I woke up the next morning and while I couldn’t see anything outside, I could certainly hear the rainfall.  I went down to the lobby for my 6:20 am pickup and as I waited outside on the portico, saw another gentleman with a backpack and wondered if he was on the same tour.  A small bus arrived at 6:20 am and I climbed aboard, as did this gentleman, and after a bit of confusion – apparently he was on another bus going to the same place but was given the wrong pickup location – we departed.  He sat next to me and I learned that his name was Craig, and he was a retired “New Zealander” who resided in Turkey and was here for a short visit.  He appeared to be a nice guy and a good travelling companion for the day.

Entering the beautiful Sedona
The weather cleared up a bit as we left the downtown and after picking up the rest of our group, we were on way.  As we passed through the cacti streamed landscape, our guide was on top form, pointing out some of the unique forms along the road, including “hugging cactus” - which we saw while going past them at 60 mph!  We stopped once at a gas station, where I picked up some coffee and a breakfast bar, and then it was on to Sedona, our half way point of the trip.  The rain picked up as we entered the beautiful town of Sedona, and the mist in the air made it appear to be even more charming.  Our guide told us that Sedona is the “resort capital” of the nation and most of them are pretty expensive, going for thousands of dollars a night. Looking around, I could see why.

The famous "Red Rock" of Arizona
Sedona is known for its “Red Rock” and we stopped at a viewing point to take a look at some of the most amazing creations of nature.  The massive red cliffs towered in front of us and the mist made it more enchanting.  There are trails that lead you to several of them for a day of hiking, though our guide pointed out that you had to tell people where you were going, so that they can dispatch search parties if you failed to return.  Today wasn’t a day to go there, even though the mist made it very enchanting.  We got back in the bus and continued towards downtown Sedona, as our guide pointed out different cliff formations that had been named based on their shape, such as “The Cathedral”, “The Submarine” and even “Snoopy and Charlie Brown”.  Bronze sculpted art works were all around us and our guide showed us a store that looked busy and he said that one could spend an entire day in there and yet not see everything, something that I could believe.

The fantastic candles
There was a drizzle as we got off on the main street, which was lined on both sides with local stores and surrounded by the red rock cliffs.  It is absolutely a place that I have to visit again, because the 30 minutes that we had would not be enough.  I saw an interesting store and went inside to check it out.  It was a “candle shop” and the gentleman there was hand making each candle.  These weren’t the usual cylindrical candles, but were shaped like a cauldron with artwork on the exterior.  I wanted to get one, though the choice wasn’t that easy since all the candles looked amazing.  I picked one and chatted with him as he showed me the process through which he makes them.  I love visiting local stores and nothing looked more local than this.  I went to check out a couple of other stores, before it was time to get underway.

Yeah, this is the desert
As we made our way towards the Canyon, the rain had now changed to snow and it was coming down in buckets.  Looking at the countryside outside the window one could be forgiven for thinking that we were driving through the Northeast rather than Arizona.  It wasn’t looking promising for our helicopter ride and that was confirmed by the flying company as we pulled into the airport just outside of the park.  Well, that just meant that we would have more time to explore on foot, if there was even a chance of doing that!  As we entered the ‘Grand Canyon National Park’, the weather was slightly better, though not much.  Our guide dropped us off near a lodge and said that the Canyon was on the other side of the building and that he would be back in an hour to pick us up.

My first view of the Canyon
Craig and I went through the lodge, where a group of teenage hikers where sitting by the fireplace warming up and it looked more like a scene from a ski resort.  We came out from the back and while it should have been one of the best “reveals”, we saw nothing…absolutely nothing.  We were at the edge of the Canyon and all that we could see were mist and clouds.  We went over to a gift shop, which had a balcony that should have been a great viewing location, but still nothing.  By this time my socks had been soaked and there is nothing more miserable than that.  So I purchased a pair at the shop and changed into them, though my relief was short-lived since it was still wet outside.  There were trails leading down to the base of the Canyon and that hike is something that I definitely want to do someday.  Our guide had told us about the Mules which usually take people down and while you would never see me on one, he did mention that their footing was much safer than a hikers. In any case, there wasn’t much hiking going on today.

Well, at least I got my picture taken
After a brief visit to a museum which showcased the first photographic expedition of the Canyon, more than a century ago, it was time to return back to meet our guide.  Our next stop was at the main “Visitor’s Center”, which was a gateway to one of the best observation points, though our chances weren’t that good.  It had stopped drizzling, but it picked up as soon as we got out of the bus and while we really couldn’t see anything, we did go over to the viewing area and take some pictures – of ourselves.  There was a video presentation in the center and after seeing that, it was time to head back to the bus.  Yes, we may not have seen the Canyon, but being there still filled me with a sense of accomplishment.  Plus, I had already made up my mind that I would return back and when I do, I would be going down.  I just have to make sure that I don’t come during the one weekend of the year when it snows!

Typically we would have headed back, but our guide was determined that we saw at least some part of the Canyon and so decided to take us to another spot, hoping that there would be a break in the clouds.  The weather was definitely improving on the surface and the sun had made an appearance.  The problem was still the mist in the Canyon’s interior, though our guide spotted an opening and all of us jumped out for some pictures.  But we really struck gold a few miles further and this time it was a clear view of the Canyon’s magnificence.  Just in that brief moment it was apparent why this is a considered one of the “Wonders of the World” and immediately, any sense of disappointment that the group may have had was forgotten.  This sight had been worth the wait.

Finally...a glimpse of the wonder
We were taking a different route back and it was now as sunny as can be expected in an Arizona dessert.  We were headed to a native town called Cameron and the drive there took us past some other, smaller canyons and it looked spectacular.  This really is a beautiful part of the country and requires more than just a day for someone to truly appreciate it.  As we came into Cameron, we could see some settlements which were really small…in some cases shacks.  Our guide said that these were very simple people for whom the land meant a lot more than materialistic comforts.  We were stopping at a place called “Cameron Trading Post”, which is a store full of artifacts made by native artisans.  It was a huge store and almost everyone ended up buying souvenirs, which were really amazing, and most came with a card introducing us to the artist who made it.  Then it was a long ride back to Scottsdale, which would take 3.5 hours.  Fortunately, our bus was equipped with a “DVD Player” and for at least a part of the trip; we saw the movie “Goonies”.  It was late when I was dropped off and after saying goodbye to my buddy Craig; I headed to the Hotel bar for some food and then retired to my room, thoroughly exhausted.

A beautiful day in Scottsdale
My final morning in Scottsdale looked like the best day in terms of weather.  It was indeed beautiful outside as I decided to walk through the arts district.  This was the only thing that I had planned for today and so I crisscrossed the different streets, trying to visit as many shops and galleries as I could - while not quite following the Blue line that marks the path that one should take to visit the galleries.  All the galleries are open to public and while most proprietors greet and then leave you alone, some were looking at me as if I was something that the cat had dragged in.

The treasures inside the galleries
It wasn’t just the galleries though as I found some other delightful treasures, like a “Oil and Vinegar Store” that offered tasting of its exotic…well, oils and vinegar's, as well as some chocolate dips.  I also saw a cute Gelato shop tucked away in an alleyway and while I passed that, there was another place that I just had to stop at.  The sign outside said ‘The Great Australian Bakery’ and they advertised as having “the best coffee in Scottsdale”.  I went inside and besides the Australian flags; they had stuffed Kuala’s and Kangaroo’s on display.  Their showcases were full of Sweet and Savory pies as well as a dessert named “Lamington”, which apparently is quite popular over in Australia.  I ordered a mini Chocolate pie along with the coffee and while it was good, it was far from the best in the city…or maybe it was since I hadn’t had enough sample size to compare.

It had been a fine visit
I continued my exploration and reached ‘Old Adobe Mission’, which is one of the old churches in the city.  Right next to it is one of the modern institutions, named ‘The Mission’ and they make some really good food.  After a fantastic lunch, I continued walking through the neighborhood. The last thing I did before leaving was return back to that Gelato shop that I seen earlier and having one.  I came back to my hotel to collect my bag and called an ‘Uber’ to take me to the airport.  The driver and I discussed my visit to the Canyon and he told me about how he had hiked down and gave me tips for when I do it.  As I sat at the gate and reviewed the trip in my mind, yes I had not been able to see the “Grand Canyon”, but I wasn’t upset about that.  Not at all.  If anything, I was convinced that this wouldn’t be the last time that I come to Arizona.


29. Arizona - Part 1

Month: February 2017
Location: Scottsdale, Phoenix & The Grand Canyon National Park

When I picked Arizona as my State for February, my plan was to stay in Phoenix and then rent a car to drive to Sedona for a day.  But then I was convinced to go to Scottsdale instead and also take a day trip to ‘The Grand Canyon National Park’.  If I was going to be so close, I might as well make that journey.  Plus, there was a tour that picked one up in Scottsdale and took them to the Canyon and back in a day.  That beat driving and so I booked it. Plus, for good measure, I added a Helicopter tour over the Canyon to my package.  I mean, why not!  But as my departure date came closer, I saw that  the 2 days of the year that it rains in Arizona, would be the weekend of my visit.  It wasn’t looking good for the chopper ride.

Scottsdale "Old Town"
I took a flight to Phoenix on Friday morning and the first interesting thing I noticed upon arrival was that there were 2 separate exits  in the airport terminal, depending on whether you wanted to go “East” or “West”.  I had never seen this before, especially for an airport which isn’t exactly ‘O’Hare’.  But more importantly, I wasn’t quite sure which one to pick.  I decided to choose “West” and I guess I was correct.  There was a lot of traffic on the road to Scottsdale, but it did allow me ample time to view the scenery.  The weather looked fantastic and as we entered Scottsdale, it was apparent that this wasn’t your typical downtown with tall buildings.  There were a lot of “Ranch Style” properties in pastel colors and everything looked clean.  I checked-in at the Hotel, where I was upgraded to a one bedroom suite.  Now, while that sounds great, let’s face it - who uses 2 rooms in a hotel?

The artwork outside the galleries
The weather was indeed great as I set off towards the main downtown area, which is one big “arts district” with galleries, shops and of course dining options.  I was going to a place called ‘Daily Dose Bar & Grill’.  I sat at the bar and with the help of a friendly server who helped me make an excellent choice; I had a great start to my visit.  I joined the main street which was buzzing with people and as I started walking down past the galleries, I saw a place called ‘Sugar Bowl’, which promised some of the best ice cream in the city.  Since I had just had lunch, I walked past it...but then returned back.  As I entered inside, it looked like a good old fashioned diner with long counter-tops with circular stools.  I got a cone with my favorite “Cookies and Cream” and like any good diner, was directed to a cashier’s booth to pay.  I joined the main street and while today wouldn’t be day for it, I knew I wanted to spend some time exploring these shops.

Native art at the
'Western Spirit Museum of the West'
I was headed to ‘Western Spirit Museum of the West’ and wanted to be on time for a tour.  As the name states, it is a museum dedicated to the culture of this region and hosts a lot of private collections. After getting a ticket I was ushered to an auditorium for a short film prior to the tour.  There were posters of great “westerns” from “Hollywood” lined up on the walls and while today we saw a documentary about the region and the museum, they do show fictional films every now and then.  There were a few people on the tour with me, where the guide took us through some of the artwork specific to the region and its natives; and which was over a 100 years old.  There were also pieces from contemporary artists, as well as massive collections of guns, arrows, saddles, headgear and other things one usually associates with “Cowboys” and “Native Americans”.  They also had a courtyard with some sculptures as well as a second floor.  I walked through all of it and then left for my next destination, which was a few blocks away.

One of the 3 galleries in 'Scottsdale Museum of Contemporary Art'
I found the ‘Scottsdale Museum for Contemporary Arts’, which looks like a interesting building from the outside.  It wasn’t that big though, with about 3 galleries that did not take me a long time to navigate.  Right next door is the ‘Scottsdale Center for the Performing Arts’, which besides being a theater also has a couple of galleries.  I emerged from that into an area called the ‘Scottsdale Mall’, not in the sense of a typical shopping mall though.  It also had a building hosting ‘Scottsdale Historical Museum’, which was just one room of artifacts from the days of earliest settlements.  I had allocated almost 3 hours to last 3 activities, but found myself finishing in less than one.  So I headed to the nearest bar called ‘AZ/88 The Bar’ for an afternoon cocktail.  It was a nice space with lot of natural light and for some reason had a projection of a beating heart on the wall above the bar.  I left after one drink and entered back into the “arts district”, to head back to the hotel for an hour or so of rest.

The cozy 'Second Story Liquor Bar'
I came down for the evening and saw that there were freshly baked cookies in the lobby.  Yes please!  My hotel was on a street called “Indian School Road” and I had gone South earlier in the afternoon.  Now, I walked northwards towards one of the cocktail lounges that I had found online - ‘Second Story Liquor Bar’.  I almost missed the “hostess stand”, which was on the sidewalk and they came running behind me as I opened the door.  Duly checked in, I was guided to the...well, second floor. There I found a charming lounge, not unlike some of the other places that I have been to.  I sat at the bar and was presented with a menu, where all the drinks had names related to characters or situations from “Alice In Wonderland”.  A cocktail named “Cheshire Cat” promised an “extraordinary experience for all of your senses”. I promptly ordered that, only to be told that I had been offered the wrong menu and this one was only active after 10 pm.  Well so much for that then. 

This cocktail came with a biscotti!
The “Beverage Director”, Clint, was a friendly chap and he even knew some “mixologists” from Chicago.  We talked about them and some of our favorite bars and seeing that I was connoisseur, he did make for me a drink named “White Rabbit”, from the special menu.  He mentioned that I had come to Scottsdale during “Arizona Cocktail Week” and there were a lot of cocktail related events happening all over the city.  Many noted “mixologists” were visiting and he invited me out later in the night and gave me a card.  I also struck up a conversation with a couple next to me and learned that they were “travelling nurses”, where they move from place to place on a 3-month contract.  I had a good time chatting with them as well as Clint and he even called up to check if one of the places that I wanted to visit next was open – it wasn’t.  But there were other options and after mentioning to Clint that I may be back later, I left.

The place was coming alive
If the “Arts District” is an area where one can spend their mornings and afternoons, this one was where people come out to play in the evening.  The narrow streets were lined on either side with boutiques and I found my next stop called ‘Citizen Public House’, which was reputed to have “Aged Bourbon Cocktails”.  Unlike the earlier place which was a more intimate cocktail lounge, this one was bigger and more crowded.  But they do make a mean cocktail and as soon as I saw something named “Instant Gratification”, I had to get one and it did not disappoint.  There was one more stop to make before dinner and it was at a place called ‘Kazimierz World Wine Bar’ which was bursting at the seams with people.  I was lucky to find a seat at the bar and stayed there for a bit.  The place looked interesting and would have been really charming if it were less crowded and a lot quieter.

Ending the evening with dinner at 'Posh'
I left and continued walking north past a mall and some other restaurants, till I reached my dinner destination called ‘Posh Improvisational Cuisine’.  Well, the reason it’s named accordingly is because you fill out a card with your likes and dislikes, and they take care of the rest.  It’s a multi-course tasting experience and the dinner crowd had certainly slowed down when I arrived.  The server seemed worried that I was going to keep them late, but that wasn’t the case and I was done in little over an hour.  Then despite desperately wanting to go back for a “nightcap”, I called an ‘Uber’ and retired to my huge room.

Nothing better than Coffee and Cookie in the rain
Next day dawned with rain in the air…a lot of it.  I was going to Phoenix today and had a lot that I wanted to accomplish.  But first, I wanted to visit a store called ‘Super Chunk Sweets & Treats’.  This had been featured on “Food Network” and was rumored to have the “Best Chocolate Chip Cookie in Arizona”.  They opened at 9 am and it was my intention to be there soon after that.  While I would have typically walked, with the rain, I called an ‘Uber’.  They were still setting up for the day when I arrived, but the cookies were ready and so I grabbed one of those and a cup of coffee and sat outside in a covered part of the sidewalk with rain coming down.  I guess I could write a few sentences to describe that, but I just can’t.  Those who have had an opportunity to do something like this would understand.

At the 'Rosson House'
I called an ‘Uber’ for the 20 minute ride to Phoenix and on the way discussed sports with my driver.  The weather was clearing up and it looked like I may get lucky.  He dropped me at a place called ‘Rosson House Museum at Heritage Square’.  This house built in 1895 by a wealthy doctor, is now a local heritage site and offers tours on the hour starting at 10 am.  I had wanted to ensure that I was on time for the first of those tours.  It was a beautiful setting with this vintage house in the rain and I bought a ticket from a cute little gift shop.  At 10 am a lady docent took us into the house and as soon as we entered inside, we were transported to a different, more civilized era.  They also had a exhibit on the dresses that the family wore during their stay in this house and they were displayed in each room.  We heard the stories of the family and the passage of this house through time and with different ownership.  It was also interesting to see some of the other “period pieces” like the doctor’s office and his tools, as well as the kitchen with it unique “refrigerator”.  It was a great way to spend an hour.

The "Shark Exhibit" at 'Arizona Science Center'
Right next door is ‘Arizona Science Center’ and I headed to it, only to be greeted by long line…a really long line.  It doesn’t rain that frequently in these parts and today was that one exception.  Perhaps that was the reason why all families had come out to the museum.  Either that or this place is really popular.  After what seemed like an eternity, I reached the ticket counter and did not have the time for any of the special movies or “planetarium” shows.  I did however add something called “Shark Exhibit” to my visit, which contributed to an already exorbitant cost.  Well based on the demand, good luck to them.  During my travels I have had an opportunity to visit many science museums and this one was quite basic compared to some of the others.  The special shark exhibit was okay, the best part being a room with screens all around, which simulated being inside a shark tank.  After walking through the 4 floors – 2 were really sparse – I called a ride for my lunch stop.

It was drizzling as I walked through downtown Phoenix
Last night I had heard that the place to visit for brunch in Phoenix was ‘Ocotillo’.  As I took an ‘Uber’ there, the skies had cleared up and the Sun was out.  The restaurant had a lively vibe with open spaces and even a “DJ” for music…something that I had not seen at a restaurant.  I requested a table close to a spot where I could charge my phone and was pleased to learn that the charging ports were in fact located below my seat, which was very convenient indeed.  After brunch I came out to see that the drizzle was back and while I should have called for a ride, I thought that I should just walk the mile to my next destination.  By the time I reached there, the drizzle had turned into something stronger and I was soaked.

The impressive 'Heard Museum'
I was at the ‘Heard Museum’, which hosts a collection of Native arts and culture.  I wanted to attend their 2 pm tour and upon arrival saw that several people had the same idea.  It was the largest crowd that I have seen gathered for a tour.  Looks like the weather had prompted people to visit museums today.  The building itself was very impressive and from the outside looked like an old colonial house, though the interior was as modern as any art museum that I have seen.  It even had a central courtyard, with a covered walkway around the perimeter and the rain made it particularly attractive.  The guide confirmed that it was the largest tour that he had seen and so we were going to be split in 2 groups.  Also, because of the crowd, we would not be able to cover some of the areas.  Finally, he said that while he sympathized with those of us who were visitors, the Arizona natives were not going to apologize for the rain, since they get so little of it.

The interior courtyard
We started the tour and just like the museum I had been to yesterday, this one showcased Native artists.  Our guide was very good and told us stories as we toured the exhibits, none more poignant than about an exhibit that we did not visit, but he encouraged us to do so after the tour.  It was the gruesome story of Native children who were taken from their families so as to educate them on how to assimilate with the more “mainstream” people.  And it wasn’t a “prep school” either, but very unhygienic camps where many children died, most due to homesickness.  Plus, when the kids “graduated”, they were not given jobs that are typically available to other Americans. Instead, they were told to return by to their roots, where they felt like outsiders after so many years.  As I walked through the exhibit later, it was a reminder of some of the worst times from our history.

A stop at the 'Phoenix Art Museum'
It was still drizzling when I left and walked another few block to ‘Phoenix Art Museum’.  It was a much bigger and modern building than any others that I had seen during this trip and had wide sprawling galleries.  I walked through them for the next hour and it would take a lot longer than that to get a complete appreciation of the place.  As I had expected, a part of the museum was shut down in preparation for a wedding.  Once again, no matter where I travel, seems like there was no escaping a wedding scene.  It was still raining when I called ‘Uber’ and now it was time to go to one of the top bars in Phoenix, ‘Bitter and Twisted Cocktail Parlor’.

The cute "Bear Witness"
Unlike the cocktail places from yesterday, which were dark and cozy, this one was big and with a lot of light.  As I sat at the bar, I was offered a thick book of cocktails, which had been classified into categories named after old “Video Games”.  There was a graphical representation of the cocktails in terms of their sweetness etc., but I asked the “mixologist” for recommendation.  He was a nice chap named Tim, and in fact knew Clint – who he called “Spotty” – from yesterday.  We discussed the “Arizona Cocktail Week” and he told me to come to an event tomorrow night in Phoenix, where some of the top bars would be represented and for the entry fee, visitors would be able to sample cocktails at all stations.  I told him that I would try to make it.  But as far as I was concerned, the best event was happening on Monday evening, as different teams would compete in an “Iron Chef” style competition for cocktails.  Tim was apparently the coach of the Phoenix team, which included Clint.  For the next hour I watched him make drinks and I tried something called “Hemmingway’s Demise” and then “Bear Witness” which came in a cute Bear-shaped container!

Yep, I got into the spirit of things
I was headed back to Scottsdale and the ‘Uber’ ride was enjoyable with me and the driver discussing her dog, which is always a good conversation topic.  I was going to a place that I had tried getting into yesterday, but they had been closed for a private event.  I arrived at ‘Counter Intuitive’ which looked like your typical cocktail lounge, though they seemed to be having a party inside.  The guy at the door asked if “I had RSVP’d” and I said that I thought tonight was a normal evening.  He said that it was a free event, but one had to “RSVP” for it.  I said that I was disappointed since I was looking forward to attending.  Perhaps seeing my face, he gave me a wristband to enter and that came with 3 free drinks.  And these weren’t your typical beer or wine drinks, but 3 special cocktails that they had concocted for the evening.  Tonight’s theme was “France” and all of the cocktails had a “Parisian flair”.  Plus they were handing out “Berets” and I wore one as I sampled my way through the drinks, making friends with my fellow revelers, so much so as to skip my next stop before dinner.  The cocktails were as good as I have had and all it cost me was a tip.

The fantastic 'Monarch Cafe'
I could have stayed longer, but I had dinner reservations at a place called ‘Monarch CafĂ©’ and boy, was that a pretty place.  It is certainly one of the more romantic restaurants that I have seen and I enjoyed my time there.  It was a nice night and I wanted to walk back to my hotel, but not before stopping at the place that I had skipped earlier in the evening. It was called ‘Beverly On Main’, because...well it is on “Main Street”.  It was full and seemed like the place to be on a Saturday night.  I managed to squeeze into a seat at the bar and after a cocktail, decided to call it a night.  Using my trusted phone I immediately got lost – which is never fun at night – but made it back to my room. I had a big day planned tomorrow.  Finally, after all these years, I was going to ‘The Grand Canyon National Park’.

To Be Continued...

28. Mississippi

Month: January 2017
Location: Jackson

I had been to Mississippi once before, to Hattiesburg several years ago.  But it was for one night with my buddies and we were on our way to New Orleans.  All I remember from that trip is a rundown airport at Gulfport and a lot of rural landscape.  This time I was going to the capital city of Jackson and some research showed that it was an interesting place.  Typically I would have come in on Saturday morning and left Sunday night, but there was no convenient way to get there before noon. So rather than waste half a day, I decided to fly in the previous evening and grudgingly pay for an extra night’s stay.  Aah well, compromises.

The deserted streets of Jackson
I was connecting through Atlanta and being a big airport, I had to cross across terminals to make my connection.  I did have enough time though for a quick dinner.  I dozed off on my next leg and arrived in Jackson after 11 pm.  The airport was ready to shut down for the night and I came outside to find a cab.  The gentleman driving me to downtown was a friendly sort and he told me how he had ended up in Jackson because of his wife.  When he learned that I was here for fun, he asked if I had been invited for a wedding.  When I said no, he recommended that I go to either Memphis or New Orleans, both of which are approximately 3 hours away.  I said that I would be fine, though he was skeptical.  As we entered downtown, I noticed that it was empty with nobody on the streets.  I asked if it was safe for me to be walking around at night and he said that calling a cab would be a better idea.  As I reached my hotel, I did see some revelers in the foyer.  At check-in the manager asked if I wanted a night cap in the bar, but it was quite late and so I went to my room, though it was an hour before I could unwind and fall asleep.

My first stop for food - 'The Manship Wood Fired Kitchen'
One of things I wanted to do in Jackson was go and see “live music” at night.  While on map the places appeared to be within walking distance, based on the empty streets that I had seen last night, I wanted to ensure that I knew where I was going.  So I decided to walk over to a couple of the places and back to the hotel.  As I navigated through the streets I realized that it wasn’t just the night time when these streets are empty.  There wasn't a single person in sight.  After going beneath a couple of dodgy looking underpasses, I located the places and returned, still unsure if I wanted to walk everywhere.  I called an ‘Uber’ to go to get brunch at a place called ‘The Manship Wood Fired Kitchen’.  My driver invited me to sit next to them in the front and we had a nice conversation about the downtown and especially the up and coming “Medical District” which was where the restaurant was located.  The place itself was very pretty and I grabbed a seat observing the locals…and charging my phone of course.  The food was quite good and I was now ready for the rest of the day.

The small 'Mississippi Museum of Natural Science'
I was headed to ‘Mississippi Museum of Natural Science’ and it was located it a public park, alongside the “Children’s Museum”.  My driver wasn’t sure where the place was and dropped me off in the park. I asked the attendant at the entrance and was told to follow a path through the grounds, at the end of which I would find my destination.  So I did and after going under trees and around some park benches, arrived at a gate which had the sign of my museum.  The building looked big enough, though as I entered inside there weren’t any other visitors.  I got a ticket from someone who looked like they were in Middle School and walked down the spiral staircase to the main gallery…the only gallery.  The museum was focused on Nature and had some aquatic specimens on display, but it really didn’t take me more than 30 minutes to walk through it.  They had some outdoor exhibits as a part of the park, but I was on my way back sooner than I had thought.

On to the "Museum of Agriculture"
I walked back to the entrance and asked the lady who had helped me to direct me towards another museum that was nearby – ‘Mississippi Agriculture & Forestry Museum’.  She told me to go outside and follow the road around the bend to the traffic light.  She must have thought that I was driving since walk was not quite on a paved path, but through some heavy grass that grows on the side of the highways.  Plus it had an embankment and knolls with wet dirt, making it an awkward walk, and must have amused the locals driving by who are perhaps not used to seeing someone out there.  I arrived at the light and crossed the multi lane road to get to the gates of the museum.  It was a big property with several buildings having different names such as “Ethnic Heritage Center”.  Most of them looked like log cabins and I did not have much hope for this being a worthwhile visit.  But as has been the case with several of my visits, I was wrong.


The main hall
I located the main building and the lady said that while this one hosted the main exhibits, I was welcome to walk around the big property, which had been set up as an “Early 20th Century Town”.  It does seem like I have been encountering a few of these lately.  She also pointed out that not all buildings were open to public and a few were actually rentals for weddings etc.  I definitely have been encountering a lot of those for sure!  The main exhibit hall was as good as any of the museums that I have seen.  Story of agriculture in Mississippi was told through models, including full-sized farm equipment and a couple of “crop dusting” planes.  But the main highlight of the floor were several “model railroads”.  One of them was operational and I followed a train though the enormous model of the landscapes, farms and towns.  There were buttons at different points which would play noises of the area through which the train was passing, such as a farm house or even a haunted house!

The fantastic model railroad
As I was watching this model, an older gentleman wearing a “railway conductors” uniform approached me and started describing the model.  He mentioned that the entire scene captured the agriculture and forestry landscape of Mississippi and how goods are produced and moved from place to place.  He worked for the museum and I asked if he got to play with the trains.  He said no so much and pointed out all of the complex controllers inside the display.  It had been nice chatting with him and as I went along to see some of the other exhibits, I saw him talking with other visitors.  I walked through the rest of the museum and then went outside to explore the “town”.

The "General Store" from a century ago
First thing that grabbed my attention was the church, which was on one end of the dirt road, just like in a “Western" movie.  I saw a small house with a front porch and some chairs where people were sitting down and drinking “coca cola”.  I went inside and sure enough, it was a “General Store”, recreated from over a century ago, complete with the interior from that era.  I bought a bottle of water and then sat down on the porch looking over the main street of the town.  I visited some of the other buildings such as the church, the doctor’s office – all had rooms that one could look into but not go inside – as well as other places like the barn and also an iron works place where visitors were hammering on metals that had just come out of a furnace.

The main rotunda of the "Sports Museum"
Right next door to this was another museum called ‘Mississippi Sports Hall of Fame and Museum’; and there was a walking trail towards it.  As I walked on it, I saw a wedding preparation in progress – surprise surprise – in one of the buildings.  The "hall of fame" was specifically for the athletes who were either from Mississippi, or played for one of the in-state Universities.  Even though it was small, it was a well-designed place, with a central circular hall that had different sections around its perimeter.  It was lined sports like Football, Basketball, Olympics, Tennis etc. and that section honored the athletes from those sports.  Furthermore, it was decorated in the style of that sport, e.g. the Olympics section had a torch, the Tennis section had a net etc.  It was a very innovative way of doing that in one room and I liked going around and learning about these folks.  The top level was a balcony – like a sports arena – overlooking this central hall and I went and sat there charging my phone.  Then it was time for the evening to commence.

At the charming 'Library Lounge'
All my recent visits have had one thing in common – me seeking out the top cocktail places in that city.  I had set a schedule and the first visit was to a quint place called ‘Fairview Inn’ and their ‘Library Lounge’.  The ‘Uber’ driver who picked me up at the museum was in fact a sports reporter and so seemed please that I had decided to visit the museum.  He dropped me off at the Inn, which was in a residential neighborhood and was as elegant a place that I had seen.  There was a wedding photo session in progress and I made my way inside and found the lounge, which resembled a wood paneled library and was cozy as it gets.  I loved it on sight and sat at the bar soaking in the ambiance.  I noticed that the people around me were all dressed up and the lady behind the bar told me that it was because of the wedding.  I enjoyed the cocktail and my conversations with the staff, with whom I discussed cocktail lounges in Jackson as well as around the country.  A gentleman sat next to me and I learned that he was from Atlanta and was here because his fiancĂ©e was in the wedding party.  He was looking forward to getting up early the next day and departing for Atlanta in time for the “NFC Championship Game”.  We discussed football as I ordered another non-alcoholic cocktail, which was also very good.  I had enjoyed this place a lot and definitely a worthy addition to my list of favorite places.

And the "Apothecary"
Next, I was headed to a unique “speakeasy” place called ‘The Apothecary at Brent’s Drugs’, which was hidden behind an old fashioned “drug store soda shop”.  My ‘Uber’ driver praised that place to no end, including the neighborhood - “Fondren” - that it was in.  This was the place where all the youngsters hung out, because of its restaurants, bars and shopping options.  He dropped me off and the main store looked like a diner from the 50s.  In the back, beyond the bathrooms was the entrance to this bar which looked like a classic "speakeasy”.  I liked everything about that place, except the seats at the bar which were really uncomfortable.  But the cocktail I ordered was outstanding in its taste, despite the simplicity.  The place started filling up with locals and visitors alike and it certainly was a popular destination.  I ordered another cocktail and the mixologist gave me an extra serving.  The evening was getting better.

A night on the town
Across the street was a wine bar called ‘CAET’ and as I headed there, the neighborhood was coming alive and I could see what my driver had meant about this being popular with the young people of Jackson.  I got a seat at the bar and saw a cocktail on the menu called “This One Goes To Eleven”, referencing one of the funniest movies of all time, and I just had to order it.  After some time there I called an ‘Uber’ and got the same guy who had dropped me off. He was keen on knowing about my experiences and I told him that I loved the place, and if I was staying for another night, would definitely come back.  I was going to one of the premier restaurants in Jackson, called ‘Parlor Market’.  I arrived in time for my reservations and the food was really top notch.  The plan was to go to the music places which I had scoped out this morning, but halfway through the meal I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.  So at the very late hour of 9:30 pm, I was back in my hotel room, ready to call it night.  Yeah, a real party animal!

Coffee at 'Cups'
During my research I had found out that very few places were open on Sunday and those that were open, did so after noon.  So I was in no hurry and took my time in leaving the hotel.  One of the things I seek out when visiting a place is a good coffee shop, not necessarily for the coffee, but because it usually is the place to see the locals.  The place in Jackson was called ‘Cups’ and it was located in the “Fondren” neighborhood that I been to last evening.  The ’Uber’ lady who picked me up was extremely friendly and we chatted about the city and after dropping me, she even opened her trunk and gave me a few magazines to read.  One of them was on Mississippi, one on Jackson and the other one was specific to the neighborhood that I was in.  As I sipped my coffee, it was a great way to pass the time and also learn more about the place.

And brunch at 'Babalu'
After coffee I walked around the area, which in the morning was very different than the hustle and bustle of last night.  I went into a place called ‘Babalu Tapas & Tacos’ which was busy with the Sunday morning brunch crowd and for good reason since the food was outstanding.  Most of the businesses were closed but there was a local grocery store of some sorts that was open and I walked through it before calling for a ride.  Once again, I was picked up by a friendly gentleman who mentioned that he was retired and we talked about everything from Jackson to the up and coming medical facilities and he even urged me to move here if I was so inclined.  Throughout this visit, I had been invited by all the drivers to sit in the front seat, which was more conducive to conversations than being a back-seat rider in a cab.

The art museum
I was dropped off at ‘Mississippi Museum of Art’, one of the few places open on a Sunday.  I crossed the museum gardens – which were pretty – and entered the main building which like everything else in the city was empty.  The galleries were good though and I spent the next hour or so walking through them.  The skies were threatening when I left the museum, though I had one more thing that I wanted to do.  Like some of the other State Capital’s, Mississippi moved its “Capitol” to a new building and converted the old building to a museum.  It’s an impressive building at the end of...well, “Capitol Street” and I entered inside just as the first drops of rain started falling.  The building has 3 floors of 2 wings each and as far as museum’s go, it was outstanding.  The stories and the history was all around, and the one thing that they did well was recreating the rooms where all the legislators met over a century ago, giving the visitors a sense of what it must have been like to be in the room.

The magnificent 'Old Mississippi State Capitol' 
It was raining when I left and there was nothing to do but suck it up and walk in the rain back to my hotel.  But it wasn’t a torrential shower.  It was one of those rains which make a city look beautiful, like the first rainfall of spring.  I was soaked by the time I arrived in the hotel, but did not regret it for a minute.  I called a cab to the airport just as I received a message that my flight to Atlanta had been delayed.  As I arrived at the airport, I saw that there was an earlier flight and so inquired if I could get in. I could, but that flight was also delayed for over 2 hours during which we sat on the tarmac. I was glad nevertheless since my original flight was now getting pushed back even further.  As I waited, my beloved “New England Patriots” were playing the hated “Pittsburgh Steelers” in the “AFC Championship” game and a gentleman in full “Steelers” attire was sitting a few rows ahead of me and had the game on.  So for the rest of flight – we had finally left – I watched his reaction and landed to over 20 text messages from my buddy with the game updates.  I exited and saw that my flight to Chicago was delayed and so went to ask if I could get on an earlier flight and I could, though that one was delayed as well.  I finally left at 11 pm – after watching my team win and booking a flight to Connecticut for the “Superbowl”.  Despite the travel issues, this had been a memorable visit and I had liked Jackson a lot.  Not only is it a pretty place, the people are extremely friendly.  While I may not move there as suggested, I would definitely love to go back.


27. North Carolina

Month: December 2016
Location: Charlotte

I was supposed to be in Charlotte the previous weekend, but had pushed it back to due to another commitment.  I had however planned my weekend and populated my calendar, which was now looking like someone’s school schedule!  One of things I wanted to do was an “Escape Room” game.  It had been some time since my last one and so I searched for it online to see what was available.  Well, based on the results, it looked like Charlotte was the “escape capital” of the US since I found no less than 5 different options.  I selected the one which was closest to downtown because it promised that the staff “stayed in character”, whatever that meant.  Also, the room I choose was called “South End Psycho”, where the task was to escape the killer’s room before he returned.  Well, I hope they aren’t too much in character!

The incredibly pretty 'Amelie's'
I arrived in Charlotte after noon and took a cab to my hotel in downtown.  I dropped off my bags and left immediately to grab some food.  I was going to a place called ‘Amelie’s’, which was a few blocks away.  As soon as I entered the place it felt different and though I am no expert, suppose that this is what bistro’s in France look like.  The place inside had wide open spaces, without trying to fill up with as many tables and chairs.  I spotted a replica of the “Eiffel Tower” and there were different stations, including a “coffee bar” as well as one for pastries.  You placed your order and they give you a pager type device that you place on some sort of reader on your table so that the server can find you.  Very elaborate if you ask me.  I looked over in the pastry case where an entire section was dedicated to “Macarons”, though I spotted something that I knew I just had to order – my favorite dessert, “Crème Brule”.  I found a table overlooking their bakery, which was closed; else you could see all the goodies being made.  The food was excellent and before I left, I had to get something to go – their most famous creation, “Salted Carmel Brownie”.  Before I left the cafĂ© I noticed that it was bigger than I thought, with a couple more rooms in the back.  If I lived here, this would certainly be one of my favorite destinations, though looking at the goodies; it may not have been a good idea.

At the 'Mint Museum'
A block away was my next stop, ‘Bechtler Museum of Modern Art’.  The place looked empty and I was asked to go up to the 4th floor and then work my way down to the lobby.  The top floor had, by far, the largest gallery though one of the floors had an outdoor terrace with some sculptors.  It also had a nice view and so I went outside for a bit, but was done sooner with this museum than anticipated.  Right next door was ‘Mint Museum’, which housed more “classical” art pieces.  It was also significantly bigger, but just as empty.  I had a good time walking through the galleries and at the of it went over to the restaurant in the museum, called ‘Halcyon Flavors Of The Earth’.  As museum restaurants go, this one was more than a cafĂ© and one of the more reputable places in the city.  I started the next phase of my day by ordering a cocktail, and it wouldn’t be the last of the evening.

My stop at 'Cellar At Duckworth'
I started walking towards the heart of the downtown and the evening was setting in. One of the joys is to discover some hidden gems and I came across an alley which had cobblestones and a dead end, but lined along either side were restaurants, bars and local shops.   I was looking for a place called “5 Church” for some cocktails, but they were closed for a private event.  With my record, I was sure it would be a wedding.  My travels have done for weddings what the “East India Company” did for the spice trade!  I had plenty on my list though and so I just went to my next place which was called ‘Cellar At Duckworth’, which true to its name, was a “speakeasy” in the basement of a restaurant called ‘Duckworth’.  I arrived just as they were about to open and that was good, since they were booked solid and usually get busy.  I got a place at the bar and despite a technically savvy menu on an ipad, I knew what I wanted – a “Smoked Whiskey Sour” cocktail.  It was great as advertised and as I enjoyed it, the place got full. 

Yep, that's all mine
This place was fantastic, but I was going to an even better place called ‘The Punch Room’, which was located in ‘The Ritz Carlton’.  I wandered all over the place before locating the hotel and the lobby looked great, having been decorated for the holidays.  I took the elevator to the lounge and was led inside a room that was as elegant as any place I have been to.  I sat at the bar and the mixologist was a nice guy to chat with.  I had been told that the thing to have here was something called “Top Of The Hill Punch”, but the dilemma was that it wasn’t served as a solitary drink, but as something to share in a punch bowl.  I told him that if he served me I would have it, not necessarily to finish it, but because I wanted to have the thing that they are most known for.  So I ordered it and a big bowl was placed in front of me along with a small tea cup and it would take a lot of those to get through the bowl.  I was enjoying the drink as well as the conversations and he told me about a “cocktail class” taking place in the city the next day.  A couple of ladies sat down at the bar and since I had plenty of punch to share, I offered them some of it.  Perhaps moved by my generosity, the mixologist gave me another drink on the house and then I ordered their second best drink for good measure.

The beautiful interior of 'McNinch House'
As can be imagined, it was a very different me who left the lounge and somehow I managed to walk to my dinner destination which was on a street that looked like it had some residential houses.  In fact, my place was a vintage house that had been converted to an elegant restaurant called ‘McNinch House’.  It had been voted Charlotte’s “most romantic restaurant” and I could see why.  It was a great setting and my table was in a cozy room next to a “Christmas Tree”.  Plus the food was quite good and this has been one of the best evenings during my travels.  I called an ‘Uber’ at the end and while I had mentioned to the mixologist in ‘Cellar At Duckworth’ that I would be back, it was definitely time for bed.

The '7th Street Public Market'
Next morning it was bright and sunny and I was headed to a place called ‘7th Street Public Market’which appeared to be similar to Chicago’s ‘French Market’.  As I walked towards it, I passed through one of the more extravagant “Bus Stations” that I have seen.  I took a wrong turn and normally would be annoyed, but I came across a building where some sort of activity was going on and I saw several “Servicemen” and “Servicewomen” as well as “civilian” families.  It seems like they were hosting some sort of “family day”, with some kids activities like “arts & crafts” etc.  As I entered the building the officers treated me like a celebrity, opening the doors with flourish and with welcoming smiles.  I did feel out of place though and left, but it did seem like a fun place for the kids.

The shoes of 'Dandelion Market'
After I had located the market, it was as I had expected, with different food places and even a small marketplace.  I had brunch plans elsewhere, but I did grab a coffee at a place called ‘Not Just Coffee’, which is one of popular local cafes.  I walked over to my brunch location, which was a place called ‘Dandelion Market’.  On the wall in the main dining area were displayed several shoes like it was a footwear store.  When I asked, I was told that the original establishment in Ireland with this name used to be a shoe store.

'The Schiele Museum of Natural History'
Post brunch I ordered an ‘Uber’ and I was going quite far…well by my usual standards anyways.  About 30 minutes outside of Charlotte, in the town of Gastonia was ‘The Schiele Museum of Natural History’.  Typically I wouldn’t go out there, but I had to find something to do this afternoon and I decided to combine it with other places outside of downtown, though I would need to drive everywhere.  In fact, my driver even mentioned that he had never been to this town before and asked me if I knew where we were going.  I didn’t and that was evident when the “GPS” instructed him to drop me off at a location that was behind the museum and it took me some time to walk all the way around the building and into the main entrance.

The outdoor setup for an "18th Century Christmas"
The museum itself wasn’t that big, but interesting nevertheless.  They had a healthy mix of “astronomy” and “nature” with a “pirate ship” thrown it.  They also had a “Planetarium” and I had bought tickets for a show and that gave me a chance to charge my phone as I waited.  The museum also extended outside on the grounds and there were several trails that took visitors to ponds and cabins and also a village where they had recreated a “18th Century” setting.  For the 2nd time in 2 months, I was visiting a period during the “Revolutionary War”.  Plus, this afternoon people had dressed-up from that period and were conducting a “Christmas” from that era, with various activities happening throughout the village, including singing.  I walked through the village as well as the property and then called my ride for the next destination.

'Billy Graham Library'
I was going to a place called ‘Billy Graham Library’ and knew nothing about it, other than the fact that I had been told that they had “carriage rides”.  The lady who picked me up started gushing about it and called it the best place in Charlotte.  She also said that she was contemplating joining me for the tour so that she could show me around.  I wasn’t too keen on that and made an excuse saying that I had a phone call to make as soon as I got out.  As we drove, I learned that it was her first day driving for ‘Uber’ and that she was only doing it because her husband had gone to prison for fraud.  Plus, she was trying to show me pictures of this street nearby which lights up the entire neighborhood for Christmas.  It was an interesting ride for sure and I was happy to reach our destination, which was unlike anything that I had ever seen.

'"Billy Graham House"
I saw the aforementioned rides taking place on the side and there was a long line for it.  However, the most impressive thing on the property was a huge barn with a cross for an opening.  While that was the main building, before we got there was a walk through the private residence with all the rooms and furniture left intact.  I learned that Billy Graham is one of nations most well-known “Evangelist” and is revered in these parts.  As I entered the barn, I saw a long line of people, the most that I have seen at any museum during my travels.  I went to the “Information Desk” and learned that if I followed the line, I would be taken through Billy Graham’s entire journey and his place in history.  It would also take me some time to get in.  However, I got lucky since there was a big group that was together and so I got to go ahead and with a short wait of 20 minutes, managed to join the guided tour.  Through several video’s, exhibits and stories, we were told a lot about Billy Graham the man, his family life, contributions to society and also about the foundations.  It was very well done and I found it to be educational without being too preachy and religious.

The market at the brewery
I called an ‘Uber’, hoping it wouldn’t be the same lady and thankfully it wasn’t, though it took some time for the driver to find me.  My next stop was at ‘The Olde Mecklenburg Brewery’, a German “brewhaus”, but I wasn’t going there for that.  They were having something called “Weihnachtsmarkt Christmas Market” in their “biergarten” with local artisans and other fun activities.  As expected, it was crowded when I arrived and people were outside in the market despite a slight chill.  Apparently this place is popular with dogs as I saw a lot of them.  I walked through the market and while there was a big line for beer and pretzels, I stuck to some nice warm “hot chocolate”.  As usual, my phone was dying and I went inside the grand hall – that was bursting at the seams – and spend some time charging my phone.  Then I called a ride to go for my “escape room” game.

The creepy entrance to the "escape room"
As with other “escape rooms”, this one was located in a remote location outside downtown in what looked like an “industrial park”.  I wasn’t sure that I had been dropped off at the right location and after a bit of searching, found that my game – called “Blackout” - was on the 2nd floor of one of the buildings.  As soon as I entered, I learned what they meant by “being in character” as the lady greeted me as an “agent” and everyone there was dressed in character as well.  As I waited for the rest of my team to arrive – charging my phone of course – the theme song was playing on a loop near me and I’ll be darned if it wasn’t catchy, even after the 20th time.  My teammates arrived soon and they were 2 middle-aged couples who were extremely friendly and were here to have fun.  When they learned that I had experience with these kinds of games, I was nominated as the leader and we were ready to go in.

My team
The staff members took us inside a room and briefed us on our “mission”, which was to infiltrate a killers apartment, look for clues regarding the crimes that he had committed, and get out before he came back in an hour.  We were given a “walkie talkie radio” for communication and I was entrusted with it.  Then we were blindfolded and led to a room where we were told there could be “ghosts” of his victims.  Sure enough, we could feel someone touching our legs and I could see how that may make people uncomfortable.  Once we were allowed to see, we saw that it was a room befitting a psychopath, with dismembered puppets and some other scary items.  We spotted something like cupcakes in one corner and it said “Happy Anniversary” to one of the couples, which I thought was a nice touch.  We got to work and I was kept busy on the radio with clues and hints, including one where they urged us frantically to find a hiding place since the killer was on his way.  We hid behind a mattress, while a man came in with some weapon and tried searching for us before leaving.  At one stage a girl emerged from a trunk and said that she was one of his prisoners and helped us with our clues.  The main intention here was to ensure that the guests had a terrific time and so with lots of hints, we escaped with seconds to spare.  Of all the rooms that I have played in, this was the best in terms of the storyline and execution, as well as the experience.

At 'Heirloom'
After pictures I bid my teammates goodbye and called yet another ‘Uber’ to my dinner destination, which was a few miles away, a restaurant called, ‘Heirloom’. It was one of those “farm-to-table” concepts and advertised as having “fresh ingredients” etc., as if that is a unique concept.  I liked the interior, though I was seated near a window and even though it was closed, the insulation wasn’t quite up to standard and a cold draft was seeping in.  However, the food was good and I was glad to have come here.  I called my ride and came back to my hotel in a much better state than last night.  One of the top cocktail lounges in Charlotte – ‘Fahrenheit’ – was actually located on the rooftop of my hotel.  I decided to stop there and the elevator was full of people with the same idea.  The place was packed and rocking, with music and “fire pits” and cocktails.  There was no way that I was going to get a seat at the bar and I did not want to stand in a crowd.  So I retired back to my room, though any other time I would have loved to have stayed.

The impressive 'NASCAR Hall of Fame'
North Carolina has a fascination for “NASCAR” racing and Charlotte is home to its “Hall of Fame”.  It was a couple of blocks away from my hotel and so I walked over there this Sunday morning and arrived just as they were opening.  I grew up loving “Formula 1” racing and have even been to several races back when they had them in Indianapolis.  But I have never seen a single “NASCAR” race, so this would be a learning experience for me.  It is an impressive building from outside and equally so on the inside.  Along with my ticket I was given a plastic card, which I could personalize by activating at one of the kiosks.  But first, there was an introductory film in a theater with a huge wraparound screen where we were shown the history of the sport and introduced to some of its big superstars.  They said that they even show live races on it and that would be spectacular.

On the track!
I activated my card and what that enabled was an interactive experience throughout the museum, where I could visit various stations and do activities and earn points.  Plus, I had my own "virtual host" who would be guiding me throughout the tour.  The main gallery was fantastic with a replica of an oval track on which were placed all the cars and the coolest thing was the “banking” of the track.  As you went up the ramp, you got a sense of how steep the curves are around an oval track.  The 2nd floor got into the technicalities of a racing car with activities where users were encouraged to “set-up a car” and it was registered on your card.  It was a very well designed museum and a very good place for kids and adults alike.  I went through the 4 floors and left, skipping several activities, which I’m sure disappointed my virtual host.  I also did not participate in a virtual race where participants climb into full-sized stationary cars on a track and the entire thing plays like a video game.

"Genghis Khan exhibit"
After a quick lunch at a place called ‘Midwood Smokehouse’, I came back to downtown for something that has become a tradition – going to a “Science Museum”; in this case ‘Discovery Place’.  Besides usual activities for kids, they also had a room that resembled a “tropical forest” as well as some aquariums.  However, the most impressive thing was an exhibit on Genghis Khan, with historical stories and settings.  I stayed there for some time, before going to my final museum on this visit – ‘Levine Museum of the New South’.  This is a museum that explores the history of the “South” – primarily Charlotte area - since the “Civil War”.  It was very well set up with the exhibits, as well as replicas of shops and businesses from that era through which visitors could gain insights.  It was a good way to end my visit. 

Final stop at 'Levine Museum of the New South'
Before heading back to the hotel to pick up my luggage, I went back to ‘Not Just Coffee’ inside the ‘7th Street Public Market’ and since I had some time, sat at the counter while watching the football games on TV.  I walked back to the hotel and called a ride to the airport, chatting with the driver who was an immigrant from Africa.  It had been a terrific visit and I had done a lot.  My first evening had been a lot of fun, as was yesterday’s visit to the “escape room”.  Not a bad start to the 2nd half of my travels.