Best Western Delhi Inn
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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Again we have met some great people all over this area....food is so God...getting my fill of fresh shrimp...good music...historic downtown and Deveraux Sheilds house is gorgeous...love the Miss River waterfront and antebellum homes.....we plan to ...
We left later than planned to Clarksdale to take a picture at the legendary crossroad of the highways 61 and 49 and we also had a coffee sitting outside enjoying the sun. We continued along the Blues Highway to Rosedale. Unfortunately the park we wanted to visit was closed. Greenville did not have much to offer either. Now it's time for laundry again (which means we have time to blog!) and then we're off to enjoy a nice dinner as we realized it's been too ...
... and the shouts from locals to keep his ****in' day job. A British lady though , recognized the intro to "Aint no Sunshine When He's Gone" and shot up seizing the mike from the disabled bassist and joining Big A in a truly impressive duet. Cue Red announcing his former decision to shut the joint tomorrow was now abandoned and tomorrow we gonna a party and "Bring yo cash." There are no prizes for guessing the identity of the chanteuse. They all loved it. On the way ...
Our last night in Natchez was principally remarkable for a torrential Mississippi thunderstorm. We left Fat Mamas to see a road that looked like a river. I stood on the step there and a vehicle zoomed through the water unleashing a tsunami of rain water that absolutely drenched me from head to toe. Naturally all my sympathetic travel companions convulsed with laughter. We then had a night in the Corner Bar, bourbon,beer ...
12.45 Back in the sunroom beneath the back porch. Lawdy it's hot. We did the carriage tour of Natchez this morning, trotting gently round the town ably guided by Bob and his horse, whose name I have lamentably forgotten. Bev thinks it was Mildred but after two beers I'm sure that's the name of the woman upstairs. Bob was great and told colorful Mississippi tales. We passed a church which inspired Mark Twain when he wrote about Huck and Tom observing their ...