<-- the horse near Government House in Nashville
Carnton manor, Franklin -->
Marie has to travel a bit over the next three weeks, so instead of her spending time flying back, we decided that I should go out there. It's more fun that way, and saved her at least 12 hours flying.
Nashville is a mid sized city with small streets, some skyscrapers and a lot of gorgeous heritage architecture. The home of country music has bars with live music all down Broadway, and other places. We went to the Grand Ole Opry, the longest running western music show in the country, the high church of country and western. An old dude, probably famous, cracked jokes about his latest album which was released in 1963 etc, he was great. Some old lady got on and sang a song about God and the war, and how they'd find it was all worth it.
<-- Columbia's main square
Marie on Main St, Franklin -->
Driving out of Nashville, the suburbs of large graceful homes and finely manicured properties gave way to the larger homes and properties, then the town of Franklin, which was very pretty. At Carnton plantation, we had a tour, looked out on the battleground for Franklin, saw the blood stains on the floor from the Confederate wounded, and were moved by the stories of the soldiers, and all the people who come every week to put flowers on their ancestor's graves. Tennessee calls itself the Volunteer state for its history of volunteering for military service.
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