Asheville is charming, filled with good food and architecture and happy people.
There's a trail of public art, punctuated by interesting shops and snacks.
This iron outside the flat iron building on Wall Street amused me.
In between ice cream and fried chicken and grits, I bought a boatload of gifts and a Woodrow for me. This is a Woodrow.
Now I just have to learn to play it.
The store was in this airy mall. I was drawn in by the grandfather clock, and by the sound of a woman playing music.
Everything old is new again. Old-fashioned crafts are back, like this pot holder/washcloth.
Tomorrow it's off to the mountains for a quick hike and some barbecue. But for now I'll leave you with the view of the Blue Ridge Parkway from Jump-off Rock last night.
Not too shabby.