Memphis wasnt crowded on this late Friday morning in fact it never seemed crowded. The architecture was an unsurprising mix of old and new, but you could immediately tell the city was in the beginnings of a renaissance. One building had been refurbished beautifully, and the one right next door was blasted out looking forlorn and abandoned. It wasnt as though sections of the city were like this: one gentrified, the next section not. It seemed almost as though the renovation was happening one careful project at a time. But rather than making the city look misbegotten or rundown, it had a funky feel to it. Lived in; real.
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