The Peabody ducks.

The elevator door opened onto the crowd-lined red carpet.  Led by a red coated Duck Master, one mallard and four ladies marched into the fountain and set about merrily splashing.

A detailed look at the entire 1000 miles.

A half mile walk On Mud Island Park took us along a wonderfully detailed scale model of the Mississippi from the headwaters of all its tributaries to the Gulf.  It is a wondrous body of water with its twists and turns and amazing how much the path has changed, both naturally and at the hands of the Corp of Engineers, through the years.

More BBQ.

This time at Blues City Café.  Yep, the best ribs.  The baked beans had a nice jalapeño kick.

A raspberry phosphate at the soda counter at A Schwab Mercantile.  There should be more of these around.

Fresh roasted peanuts were wonderful.  Great proprietor too.

By late afternoon the clubs on Beale Street were just coming to life.  Music rolled out into the street.  Streetside carts and drink shacks were just opening.  We called it an early day but this must be a rocking place as the sun sets.  Did you know that the sidewalks around town have music staff lines cast into them?