After a bit of a blue introduction to Nashville, our next step was to get out of town. We're heading about 25 miles south to have brunch in Franklin.
It's an easy drive on this Sunday although I think this route might be a tad crowded on a weekday rush hour. A pretty drive, not too long after we see the massive WSM transmission tower, we're exiting.
Franklin, at least the downtown area, is one of those typical, cute little southern towns. Most of the regular businesses have been replaced by boutiques and restaurants so I guess you can say the area's been gentrified a bit.
55 South is the eatery we're headed to. After parking in a nearby structure, we're hit by the sledgehammer of cold as we exit. It may be bright and sunny but the thermometer is struggling to reach 30 degrees.
Inside is warm, however, so we sit down in the trendy but homey restaurant.
Letty gets the shrimp and grits she's been craving on this trip.
Tim is trying the hot chicken that he's been waiting for.
And I'm going with the chicken and waffles.
It's all delicious and I think I'm with Letty, the shrimp and grits is the best of three very good plates on the table.
After a quick little tour of the downtown area, we're too cold to walk much more. We turn to auto touring the nearby sites of the Battle of Franklin.
In 1864, Union troops were on their way, slashing and burning, to Atlanta under General Sherman. Here in Franklin, the Confederate troops waged a pitched battle to stop them.
It was a brutal and bloody affair. Union troops were eventually defeated but at a stunning cost to the Confederates. They lost over 6,000 killed, wounded, captured, or missing. The rebel army would never be the same.
It was a turning point in the war.
Almost 1,500 of the Confederate dead are buried in this cemetery on a plantation in Carnton.
A local family, the Carter's, had a house that ended up being in the center of the battle. The family hid in the basement while the war waged on above.
Today, the house still stands as a museum and you can count over one thousand bullet holes in it from that brutal day.
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