…for this jaunt to the American Southwest. We drove on day one to Hot Springs, Arkansas. There we stayed at the Arlington Hotel right downtown, easy walk to restaurants, the old bath house, NP sites and lots of bars. As well as the bubbling hot springs water the town is justly famous for. Our only stops were brunch with Jill’s sister in Nashville and at the pyramid under the bridge in Memphis. Fortunately I was able to rescue Jill from certain doom. No need for applause and medals, just what any standard hero would do, he stated modestly. Hot springs is a fascinating place full of history: this is where Spring Training began, horse racing, gambling, speakeasies flourished, and it was a haven for major criminals who declared this neutral ground so they drank, gambled and ate together instead of shooting each other. That always came AFTER they left town. I expected Hercule Poirot to emerge from the bath house or the dinning room and solve one of the many murders (not among the professional criminals) that occurred here over the years.
Next day we visit friends and family
Main dinning room at the Arlington hotel
Men’s sauna bath area
Women’s lounge and music room
The promenade which enabled you to travel to and from the bathhouses without having to walk on the main street.
Oh, yes, did I mention that I rescued Jill along the way?