Once at the hotel, and the ritual of unpacking the bikes completed it was time to grab a taxi and venture into downtown Memphis and in particular 'Beale Street'. Beale Street is the Memphis answer to Bourbon Street in New Orleans, but on steroids! It is much bigger, just as busy with every bar and restaurant featuring live bands to enjoy. Unlike Bourbon Street there was a huge police presence everywhere, which was both worrying and comforting. In addition to mounted police on horseback there were police cars and policemen and police women standing on every corner. We took the time to talk to one police officer to ask if all the police volume was normal for a Sunday night. He spent plenty of time chatting with, very friendly and explained it was, and that's how they keep it safe for everyone to enjoy which was fine we both of us.
Looking like they are ready to 'charge' or just enjoying the setting sun.
'School-boy' humour we know, but we thought it was funny! Not sure what they cook in there!
Eventually we found ourselves here. What a great venue, and a great band we watched during dinner. I'm biased being a amateur drummer myself, but the drummer was absolutely amazing. Such technique, such groove, such finesse. They did a perfect rendition of 'Purple Rain' by Prince which I thought was better than the original.
A little out of focus this one. Oops! Must have been the beer, but you get a feel for Beale Street starting to come alive.
Purple Rain……Purple Rain….
Early evening shot, Beale Street starting to fill up.
Wow, so many people. It looks like you two had a great time.ReplyDelete
Ah, Beale Street. Thanks for the memories. I hope you had piles of pulled pork and ribs. I know I had... and spent two days in a meat coma (that was before I went vegan...).ReplyDelete
We know the feeling SonjaM - our weakness is hot spicy wings. I think we are getting addicted to them!Delete