Knoxville is a fine little city. In the heart of Appalachia, on the edge of the Smokey Mountains, the city sits perched between the hills at the confluence of the French Broad and Holsten Rivers. We were only passing through, having just visited Cumberland Falls, grabbing a bite to eat before heading west across Tennessee on our way to Texas. While Laura looked online for a decent place to eat, I hopped out of the car and went out for a stroll. I had never visited Knoxville before, and I enjoyed my walk around. It’s a small city, but the downtown area was happening, and as the evening faded into night, lights came on music could be heard coming from the restaurants and bars.
I particularly enjoyed this one alley I found with a whole bunch of really neat wall art, some of which was intricate and of high quality. There’s something interesting about somebody with such talent choosing to spray their colorful contribution to our world onto a brick wall in a little seen alley.
(Below is a carousel of these photos: click to the right of the image to scroll through.)
When I got back to the girls and the car, Laura had found a place to eat. I was glad to learn that the restaurant Laura picked was right on the pedestrian square I had walked through, in the liveliest part of downtown. We still had many miles to travel before we slept, so we ordered our food to go and walked around the square while waiting for it. Nearby was a neat art park with a man-made creek winding through an installation of some urban sculptures and nice landscaping.
I expect we’ll be back in Knoxville before long, especially since I learned (shortly after we passed through) that my cousin Scott now lives there. I would enjoy more time to explore and get to know the scene there. Now that I am settling in the area (in western North Carolina), I imagine the opportunity will arise!