The ducks spend their day in the lobby fountain, which was carved from a single piece of Italian marble, and is spectacular even without the ducks.
I had dinner in the Peabody Hotel's 4 star French restaurant, Chez Philippe. I couldn't resist. There were snails, a tiny grouper ceviche (served in one mouthful on a Japanese soup spoon), frogs legs, lamb, a pinot noir that rocked, and a muscedet that rocked even more. Then a cheese tray for desert with a 20 year old port. It was an utterly perfect and decadent meal.
The view from my plate was this:
And the service was brilliant. I waited tables in a nice restaurant in college and really appreciate it when it's done well.
The Peabody is a unique, extremely elegant hotel with an interesting history, and you should visit it if you are in Memphis.
After dinner I hit Beale Street, home of the blues. The blues give me the blues, so when I heard some Johnny Cash coming out of this place, in I went, and found a great band covering Cash and Bob Dylan. And doing both really well. I stayed for the night and they were great.
Memphis was pretty cool. Went to Graceland, and you've all seen the pictures of that place so I'll spare you mine. The Graceland handlers make sure you don't use flash photography, and they make sure there is no visiting any bathrooms in the mansion for fear you might sit on the King's throne.
On to Nashville, and then to the Shenandoa valley. Then Home, probably via Shepherdstown WV and Antietam NMP.