There are certain towns that are balmy, thick and filled with possibility--like summer as a young girl, when it seemed day and then nights would never interfere or intersect, long, wondrous and carefree--never interrupting the sweet pleasure of simplicity.

Natchez seems to capture the heart of a restless, extended season where one can feel below its placid surface excitement stirring in its murky belly.  The people are kind and generous, a pedigree of gentility that does still exist in the deepest parts of the South's soul.

This city got the concept of downtown development long ago--and within its cornered streets rests Turning Pages, a darling bookstore with one of the best selections of literature I have seen.  I wanted to buy ever classic alive, but instead enjoyed the company of mascot "Sugar" and a host of travelers on The First Friday of August.  This is what an indie bookstore should be ya'll. 

Of course, AD won hearts with his stories and his books on guns.  I keep explaining to him the world is no longer filled with cowboys.  Guns=bad in most minds.  But he continues to exercise his Constitutional right as I cringe, explaining it really is just target shooting.  Les animeaux est sain et sauf. 

Here below, Irmease, the Exec. Dir of DDA assures me it is the only place in MIssissippi one can take in a sunset.  Imagine that--a book and a view.  I'm lovin' it at www.turningpagesbooks.com