The continuing stories of a British family exiled (by choice) in the US and finding themselves in southern Maine.
Monday, September 19, 2016
Day 9.253: Guitars everywhere
I flew into Nashville International Airport earlier today with a hundred or so other people and at least four guitars (maybe more). I haven't seen much of Nashville or heard any live music but even my hotel room - in a chain hotel, well outside of the city has guitar-themed artwork.