Saturday Night, the “old” Nashville, according to Ellen
Sunday, the “new” Nashville, according to Molly
We drive back to Knoxville on Monday, deliriously tired. The clouds are in full bloom again, and we pass Nashville-Knoxville contrasts back and forth. I.e., we’ve collected sufficient evidence to conclude that Knoxville smells better; in downtown Nashville, rank sewer smells swell from alleyways and sidewalk cracks, but Knoxville’s tidy downtown smells sweet, like JFG coffee. The servers and bartenders in Nashville are friendlier, the restaurants less generic, and the street musicians more plentiful. And though Nashville plays up its country roots, it’s Knoxville that’s got the feeling of a real Southern town. Plodding and peaceful, Knoxville doesn’t put on airs, while Nashville can’t slow down for all its dreams.
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