Day 20 - Nashville: Art, Union Stations & Creme Brulee

On this day, we went into town and checked out the Frist Center of Visual Arts. I did try to take a picture, but was nearly tackled by a guard, who informed me this was not allowed and thereafter followed us from room to room to make sure his advice was followed. The ironic thing was that I was not even attempting to photograph the art; in fact I was wanting to capture a placard describing it, which said in part:

The story suggests that man's existence is merely the passing whimsy of a slumbering god.

It was by a picture where a god or something came out of a lotus flower (I think) which sprouted from another god's belly button while sleeping. And then that new god created the world? I am totally torching the story, which just goes to show that they ought to have let me take pictures so I could get the story straight. The main floor had a Hindu exhibit, and upstairs there was a Shaker exhibit. Kind of a strange pairing, but hey! it was interesting. Did you know that all Shakers took a vow of celibacy and only had the kids who were orphans that they adopted into the community and those of persons with children who converted? This may explain why there is only one small community of them left on a lake in Maine I think it was said.

When we came out we walked over to the Union Station hotel. It was an old rail station transformed into a hotel. Is it just me, or does every city have a Union Station? They just seem ubiquitous - NY, LA, DC, Nashville... It looked quite lovely against the sky.

We were in a hurry when we left, although I cannot now remember why... hmm. I think it was because we had slept in and spent a good stretch of time at the pool again perhaps, and we needed to get over to The Family Wash by 8 pm for dinner.

The opening act was a fellow by the name of Brett Rosenberg, who was announced as being from New York. Erel later talked w/him to see if he might wish to participate in her little variety show there (after we performed, the Path Cafe was eager to have her organize something similar on a monthly basis). He was, alas, a current resident of Nashville. But they hit it off as friends and subsequently hung out several times during our visit, which was a nice development.

Kat Jones was working - it was actually her birthday - and she was our waitress and treated us to creme brulee, made herself with a fiery torch! This was a highlight. :)