Memphis is a city of contrasts. In the morning we made our way to Beale Street. Rock and roll is a night time affair so even at 11m congregants  wandering the street didn’t seem quite awake yet. A band was setting up, but it took a while so we missed them.

We made our way to the Peabody Hotel where watching ducks was a spectator sport. Five ducks live on the top floor of the hotel. Every day  at 11am they march into an elevator on the top floor and when they emerge on the first floor, they waddle down to a fountain located in the main lobby. They entertain themselves there until 5 pm where they are observed shaking their tail feathers and marching back to the elevator to take them back to their penthouse suite. There is some jostling for position from the tourists in the lobby as they awaited the advent of the ducks.

Ducks are not very complicated. People are. We visited the NationalIMG_0932.JPG Civil Rights Museum. It is built around the Lorraine Motel, the very same building where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr was assassinated by a sniper. Having seen it in pictures, now to see it in real life brought the past to the present. So much has been done, so much remains . As we walked the plaza, a Caucasian family of four gathered close to where MLK was gunned down. The mother pulled out a selfie stick and extended it. They all pressed their faces close and smiled for the camera, because that’s what you do when you take a picture. Smile!  At such a sacred site? Is it sacred? I guess each of us have to answer that question for ourselves.