Places, a magazine about travel, culture, and ambience, recently reported on the Bluff City, saying, “The downtown is dark and whispering. Noises are ruffling through the buildings, muffled by the bricks and concrete. Then we see the luminescent corona of the electric blue aura of Beale Street, sending out swirls of voltaic blue and galvanic red from within the silhouetted buildings. Beale Street looks like synthetic twilight captured within the city, a great wild prism at the end of the neon rainbow.” It’s difficult to determine whether or not the author was experiencing the fairly common aftereffects of consuming bad barbecue, or if he’d just been hitting the sauce
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