The sterility of winter hadn't set in. The air was still warm, a little humid and fragrant, almost sweet. Flowers lingered on vines across chainlink fences in alley ways and sidewalk cracks. Some trees still had leaves, but many were busy turning.
A few days were quite warm (70's!), and on others, the skies were bright and blue, the sunshine being so much more intense in Atlanta.
There are lots of interesting little neighborhoods to explore In Atlanta, and in some of the artsier ones, people have taken it upon themselves to transmogrify street signs into petite billboards.
It's a different sort of place that produces "I love you" graffiti, don'tcha think?
Or better yet, contains buildings with quotes from Noam Chomsky and Arundhati Roy spray painted on their sides: "Everyone is worried about stopping terrorism. There is a simple solution. Stop participating in it."
Of course, this wasn't really my vision of the South. Nor did Atlanta live up to my companion's vision of it as a city chock-full of redheads and short, plump, mustachiod men.
It will live on in my memory as a place where bars could very well have skull facades.
Where new buildings tend to have quirky details.
Where older, industrial spaces have been given new, artier looks.
This is a light fixture from the Floataway Cafe.
I particularly enjoyed the long shear curtains that informally partitioned off the restaurant and seemed to float on a breeze that you never felt.
And as a land-locked city with a rockin' aquarium.
Whale Sharks! Can you believe it? They also had beluga whales. And the most amazing penguin exhibit I've seen yet.
And some crazy spider crabs!