You know all those signs at Lake Eola I always complain about? The ones designed to give the homeless people a hard time?
There is none of that here in Memphis. Not only can Memphanites recline on benches and sleep, but they can have sexual relations on those benches. We witnessed a tremendous amount of heavy petting today, during the carriage ride.
Anyway, the Heartbreak hotel is a completely cheesy dive. I love it. Our room overlooks a heart-shaped pool and an adjoining RV park. Life is good. I bitched a little because the place smells strongly of Lysol, but then decided it was better than the mold/feet/Parmesan smell it was masking.
Tomorrow, we move on to the Peabody Hotel, for a totally unique Memphis experience unlike anything that can be found in Orlando. They've got a parade of ducks in the lobby, you know.