The Burnt-Over Blog: Downtown

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Downtown

We finally explored downtown Nashville and found a lot of fun things to do. They have a nice park in the middle with fountains the kids can play in. Linc had a great time in the water but Bekah wouldn't go in.

Bekah and I watching Linc playing.

Here is the state capitol for Nashville. They have a lot of beautiful architecture here, I'll have to get some more pictures of all the cool old buildings they have around.

Now this is the way to go, having the kids push their own strollers!!

Nashville is a fun place to live!

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