Hamilton Beach Microwave

No pictures on this post, but I have a good excuse. I try to recover and I would put them after.

Nashville was a shock, almost a revelation - and a second slap for Mr. Duche! I came to listen to Country: the city is called Music City, and it's not for nothing. I will not do a detail of this genre (I'd had a topo Memphis), just know it has its roots directly Blues African-American, has been widely popularized by the radio (so everything has its debut), and are now under a lot of different forms. And contrary to what I said earlier, when it plays well, it rocks. Nashville has made it his specialty, especially with the Opri Mill, and it retains its roots while remaining open to other music, and that's with musicians around-I 've just met- settle here to live their passion.

I do not know what idiocy I expected a western decor, with wooden saloons and other straw bale rolling in the dust. This is not, of course. The city is very large, despite a modest number of inhabitants, in a style American, and even has a small Downtown (topped by his Bat Building, which is pretty class). Yet there is a center-hosted Broadway 24/24, or rustic bar well distill a fat and gross and debit cold beer. This in the morning and to death. The atmosphere is terrific: authentic, festive and liberating. A mixture of hard manliness, and good-natured fun. Nowhere have I felt the force of life. It crosses the regulars, with their inseparable boots, checkered shirts, hats and cowboy screws on the head. Beer in hand, tattooed all over his body (even the girls have tattoos of naked women ...), it roar they have in their guts. They are among those who "plant the nose to the sky, blow their noses in the stars, as I cry and piss on women infidels."

Forcement, culture is not really an appointment. On leaving the bus, I had a conversation that put me directly in the bath:
- Tell me you have an accent, you're Russian?
- No, I'm French
- Ah yes, right next door, what ...
The guy was a youth of about 20 years, with a computer-last-cry-I want the same, but good, probably an exception anyway. The city revels in the fake and nonsense: witness this amazing Opri Mill, or reconstitution of the Parthenon (for no reason, just for fun). Nothing to see-really-but the city is also a strong point of Christianity, will know why. It's called "The Christian Belt Buckle ", and indeed, the 3 / 4 people encounters, all young, were very Christian (usually evangelists). But fun, huh ... I had the chance to attend one of their celebration, hallucinatory, although closer to a pop concert than our traditional Masses. Well we like it or not, the church is full to bursting, young volunteers who find in faith support and guidance, and quite frankly, it works. For this reason or not, I met some amazing people who made me pass unforgettable moments, and magical evenings.
From all this, no photograph can really show it. Too bad for you. But if I come back in the States, I would go back more than anywhere else has NashVegas -it is! - And I urge everybody do the same.