Nashville was an adventure. Or...more precisely...a nightmare. The guidebooks all said it was easy to navigate and that finding the Opry was a snap.
As far as I'm concerned, they were fibbing.
After driving around the city for an hour and trying to decipher their road signs, AND the mumblings of a southern parking attendant (was she even speaking English?!?), we finally made it to Opryland. From there.....you think they're would be signs to the actual Opry House.
There weren't.
And when we finally got there (3 hours after we'd started our original 1 hour journey) the damn thing was CLOSED. For a private function. Until Saturday. We took some pictures, visited the museum, and took off for our next destination. I don't think I'll be visiting Nashville (or at least the Opry) again any time soon.
This was the only part of the Opry that we actually got to see. Pretty, but nothing spectacular
Two different stages that the Opry's had over the years. Photos courtesy of the Opry Museum
Kendrah and her cousins
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