We got into Asheville pretty early since it was a "short day" of only 65 miles. In any case, I rode in the van all day to stay off my bum knee. That didn't keep me from walking around this really cute city. Lots of granola people here, art galleries, etc.
I found a couple of book stores and stocked up a little on books in English (not readily available in Montevideo where I live, after all), including Fly Me to the Moon by Edward Belbruno, A House for Mr. Biswas by V.S. Naipaul. One of the stores was a wine/beer/champagne bar with thousands of used books. There I found some old bound volumes of the Royal Magazine from 1903, one with the great article on physical fitness (see photo).
There is a great rock venue in Asheville called the Orange Peel Social Aid and Pleasure Club. Blues Traveler was playing, but I opted out remembering that I had to get up at 5am. This turned out to be a bad decision and a little life lesson. I ended up waking up at 2:30am and not being able to go back to sleep, so only got a short night's sleep anyway. I should have gotten the same amount of sleep after a fun evening of great live music!
Woo, it's The Ministry of Silly Walks!
ReplyDeleteDid you read some of the text? It's precious:
ReplyDelete"Physical culture is a craze at the present moment."
"A girl who would possess a figure to rival a Capitoline Venus should sweep, dust, and thoroughly turn out, whenever occasion demands, her own room."
Hey, where's the final post?
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