The two things that in the minds of most Americans firmly associate with the state of Kentucky are fried chicken and derby. We did not have the fortune of attending the second—through no fault of our own—but we visited the very birthplace of the first.
Corbin is the hometown of the initial KFC restaurant, which at the time also cofunctioned as Colonel Sanders’ personal quarters.
I was pleased to find a bit less idolatry in this corporate shrine than I had seen elsewhere, but I detest the modern KFC product line all the same.
Though we stayed in Lexington overnight for logistical reasons, the Martin Castle was our sole business in the area. Because of the restricted access to the castle’s premises, we were contented with a shot of it from across the road.
Next on our list was Frankfort, a rather small city that happens to be Kentucky’s capital. The Capitol building opened our Frankfort itinerary.
Beside the Capitol rests the lovely Floral Clock installation.
A short distance away one finds the Old State Building, which, upon visual comparison with the new, requires no further justification for its retirement.
The downtown is small but quite enjoyable.
A few residential sectors feature lively painted wooden houses with ornate gables.
We started Louisville off with a leisurely ramble about the Whitehall House and Gardens.
Then, we proceeded to the Cave Hill Cemetery, which, despite its essential function, featured a few cheerful scenes.
Besides the casual meandering around, we wanted to find Colonel Sanders’s grave site.
However, when we asked for directions, we learned that Muhammad Ali, who had passed just a few weeks prior, was also buried at the Cave Hill Cemetery. For a man who was recognized and celebrated throughout the world (certainly, much more so than Mr. Sanders), this sure is an extremely modest arrangement, even if interim.
From there we set on to explore Louisville’s downtown, starting with a momentary stop at the Water Tower Park.
We also captured the city’s skyline from the opposite bank of the Ohio River (which is, technically, Indiana).
A couple of random sights have caught our attention.
We dropped by the 21c Museum Hotel and were amazed at the extraordinary war-and-religion-themed art on display.
These surreal prints, strongly suggesting the use of HDR photography, were also among the exhibits.
I am guessing that the three pipes periodically releasing clouds of vapor (smoke?) is the museum’s artifice to attract more visitors rather than some appliance performing a strictly practical function.
As if that was not enough, there is a gilded state statue of David just around the corner.
A block away one can descry the handle of a giant baseball bat sticking up above the building of the Louisville Slugger Museum and Factory.
For the city’s last few destinations we receded south from the banks of the Ohio River, towards the Old Louisville neighborhood. First, we made a stop by the Conrad-Caldwell House Museum.
Then, at the University of Louisville
and Rodin’s world-famous Thinker statue set on its campus. Its first cast, anyway.
Finally, we dawdled a while at the Churchill Downs, where, sadly, no races were in session that afternoon. Still, we were amused by the dozens of elderly betters anxiously following horse races cast live on the TV screens.
Around sunset we reached the Wigwam Village #2 Hotel on Route 66 in Bowling Green. Not too luxurious yet certainly unique in its design, this hotel probably owns most of its fame to the Cars movie.
Prior to checking into our far less pretentious hotel we made a brief nighttime sortie to the Fountain Square Park. Though we managed to relax and enjoy ourselves a wee bit, I took no decent photographs to document the occasion.
Just before leaving Bowling Green and the entire state of Kentucky behind, we dropped by the Aviation Heritage Park for a peak at the modest collection of American fighter jets.
Wonder at the amount of mechanical and electrical communication embedded even in the outdated aircraft as evidenced by the guts of the opened landing gear well on one of them.
For the lack of a better farewell, TTFN.