I'm just back from Atlanta - which would be an absolutely fantastic city if not for the highways. I've been assured by non-yankees that it was a beautiful place before it was burned-but I'm behind the idea that the highways did as much damage to the identity of the city as any other part of its history.
I liked it well enough and the people were friendly. The archives are in a lovely facility and the archivist I worked with a a specialist on Georgia history in the colonial period. He was amazingly helpful and the work went very well.
I did discover an incredibly lovely restaurant on my side of the city. It's called the Feed Store. The chef is French trained, from Michigan, and working a Southern-Americana/French
I'm much more exhausted than I ought to be right now and I'm not sure why, could be the culmination of the onset of fall. I've noticed that the angle of light has changed. I feel like it happened while I was in Atlanta as well. But there you go.