We love the autumn . It’s cold but after 8 months of summer, to see the nature and the streets fill of dry leaves has something magical. The warm colors of the leaves in life aim contrast with the first frozen pools, invite to find a home.
With Rick, the owner of the house in which we are remaining, we spent hours walking in this station that almost we had forgotten. Its beauty fascinates to us. Thanks a lot Rick for everything!
And no matter how hard the center of Memphis does not need dry leaves to have a Barbarian dot and to give desire to listen to the complete recordings of B.B. King and Elvis Presley, the autumn it has left beautiful.
In the borders of the Mississippi, the paving stones concerned of England during the height of the coton take their last rays from sun, the bars of the Beale street are prepared to give a heat touch to the frozen night that is prepared.
Meanwhile, we enjoyed the gentility of the people who open the doors to us of their house. We watched the cold after the window, sharing anecdotes and thinking about the next weeks. It does 36ºF: the snow is approaching…