I mention this because last week my husband I visited Nashville at the behest of Vanderbilt University, whose library had purchased a large collection of my DH's work (alas, not from us but at auction!), and so we journeyed south for a few days. DH taught a couple of micro classes and visited with students in the special collections and in the divinity school, and then he gave a couple of talks, including one in conversation with Ann Patchett.
|The view from our hotel room. Too bad we're not football fans!|
Parnassus is beautiful, and like all of the best spaces, it combines new and old elements for a timeless and comfortable feel. You'd never guess that the bookstore has only been in place for about three years. It also has hundreds of personal touches, so that even though the store is part of a strip mall, once you step inside, you're a world away from that box-store feel. I particularly liked the memorial benches down the center of the store: obviously for sitting and reading, but also firmly anchoring this space in a local community.
|The memorial benches down the center of the store|
|One bench was in memory of a loving dog. I just loved that.|
Or this piano, which is used to good effect for creating displays in the music section, but is also played during some events--or whenever a small child simply cannot resist the urge.
|Of course I ducked through here|
|And what bookstore would be complete without a four-legged mascot?|
|Stars for the children's department|
|Or these bird fixtures in a non-fiction alcove|
Parnassus also offers a small selection of cards. Most of them are beautifully printed by letterpress, and thus on the pricier side ($5 and up). I was reminded once again that I was in the South when I saw two rows of cards like these:
|I didn't even know they made cards for this!|
|Isn't it beautiful? And it was only $8.95!|
What I got was a small hill, a view to downtown and a baseball stadium, some crumbly walls that I mostly couldn't get near, and some boardwalks. Oh, and lots of wind and some intermittent drizzle.
|Visitors must stick to the paved paths or boardwalks at all times.|
|A distant stone wall|
|I think these trees are actually more interesting than the fort itself|
But mostly the fort is encroached on all sides by the city of Nashville. There's one building in particular that looks like it would be better suited to Gotham:
|Can't you just imagine the bat signal emanating from there?|
By 3:00, though, my cold was getting the better of me, so I went back to the hotel to get my nap on before dressing for the big lecture that night. Not much to tell about that, other than it was very entertaining to hear Ann and my DH in conversation about books, reading, e-readers, bookstores, writers, reviewers, publishing, working, discipline, the myth of writers block, and just about any other subject related to the production of a book.
The rest of our time in Nashville was either taken up with university stuff or with family, but DH and I had one evening free for dinner together just the two of us. Thanks to the help of the Nashville forum on TripAdvisor, we were lucky enough to get a next-day reservation for an early dinner at Chateau West, just up the road from our hotel. We chose wisely, for although the ambience at this new restaurant wasn't a match for Tin Angel, where we had dined with one of the deans earlier in the week, the food was better.
It had been a long time since we had partaken of a full-on French meal, so we made a pact to eat lightly all day on Friday so that we'd have belly room to appreciate the various courses. For an appetizer, DH ordered the escargot and I chose the charcuterie platter because it featured one of my favorite cheeses, St. Andre. But when our plates arrived, I was promptly filled with food envy: his snails were served in puff pastry. My charcuterie was good--it could have benefitted from some flatbread or crackers--but the escargot were fabulous:
For our main courses, we had trouble making up our minds but DH eventually settled on the coquilles St. Jacques while I decided on the duck Chambord. Both were dreamy. His scallops were huge and tender and came with a sweet potato soufflé. The sauce, unlike every other sample of that dish we've had, was not at all heavy (but no doubt still very calorie-laden). I don't order duck very frequently but I basically did that night because I was skeptical of how Chambord would work with it. It was amazing. The potatoes added an earthiness that balanced the sweetness of the sauce perfectly. I was surprised that I didn't love the sweet potato cake, which was actually too dense to be rightfully called a soufflé, and it was overburdened with nutmeg, a spice I normally love.
|Coquilles St Jacques|
|The strawberry mille feuille|