Beale Street was certainly an interesting little excursion. I wanted to visit BB King's bar to experience the blues, and boy, did I ever. It was evening, and Memphis isn't the cleanest of cities. It was quite obviously a cotton town, and many of the buildings are in desperate need of repair.
There were beer vendors every couple of yards selling right on the sidewalk, and some not-so-safe-looking people milling about. We never made it to BB King's place, because we were too scared to keep walking. I did, however, make my mom stop long enough to get a view of the Mississippi River, just to say I had seen it.
I'd like to go back during the day, and with a few men to accompany me so I'd feel a little safer.