"No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow." - Lin Yutang
I had two days to spend in Atlanta.
After spending all day in the car, I thought I would get up early and run to get all the kinks out.
Unfortunately, my body had other ideas. No run was going to get these kinks out! But a nice layabout did no harm either...
Then off to The
Buttermilk Kitchen for a lovely fresh, local breakfast with
fresh-squeezed orange juice in that staple of the south, the mason jar
Delish.
Then, since
Susie was working, I had a day to get myself into trouble. Of course, I
found Atlanta in the summer is just too hot for trouble!
First stop was
the Oakland Cemetary recommended by a photographer friend Susie's. It
was interesting, with sections for rich and poor, black and white,
christian and jewish, and most interesting, Confederate and Union. And
lots of family plots. Margaret Mitchell is buried there.
I thought about
driving out of Atlanta to some of the surrounding towns because I
always wanted to see an antebellum plantation, but the afternoon was
progressing so I opted for the Atlanta History Center. The museum was
interesting with several exibits of the town's varied past, but what I
went to see were the two historic houses on the 33 acre grounds.
There was the Tullie Smith House a pre-civil war farm house:
And the Swan House, an early 20th century mansion house:
And the grounds were beautiful:
By this time the heat was killing me. Back to Susie's place for a nice cool shower.
That evening it
was dinner at The Atlanta Fish Market, wich was good, but apparently
their staff has no idea how to handle food alergies, causing my friend
some discomfort. Then, later on, drinks at a fantastic Irish pub called
The Olde Blind Dog.