My road trip with family in May this year had a destination: Charlotte, North Carolina.
In Charlotte it was hot, unlike back home 650 miles further north.
We spent a few hours in the arts district, NoDa. Our walk down the street was a visual feast, with murals, trompe l’oeil, and a lady selling hand knit bikini tops and purses. We saw a bachelorette party on a “Trolley Pub” (a new concept to us). Later, the same women showed up at the place where we had fish tacos, a popular restaurant with surfboards on the walls and a bit of a wait. During the meal, there were several bearded waiters that kept us guessing. What is that term—facial hair bias? After lunch, my mom chatted up the restaurant hostess, who gave us stickers with the establishment’s name and logo on it.
I didn’t know what this mural meant, but it made me stop and consider.
Mosaic bench. Is this a southern thing?