Little Rock and the River Front

On the way back from North Little Rock to the hotel, my wife suggested we stop off in the city of Little Rock. I reluctanty agreed. I told her I remembered Little Rock well enough and really didn’t want to see it again.



Well, it has changed, and now after going there again, so have I. First we stopped at the RiverFront, and we didn’t ever really leave after that. It has everything, including a dog fountain.






I had seen it before briefly, long ago, and remembered it as a swamp filled with direlicts, abandoned machinery and snakes. They have replaced all that  with museums, amphitheaters, restaurants, art shops, sculptures, and farmers' markets.  It is now THE place to be in Little Rock. and it is a symbol of hope for all of America’s cities.





We had supper at Bosco’s. I highly recommend the place. In fact, even if you don’t want to go to Little Rock, go there anyway, just to have a pizza at Bosco’s. http://www.boscosbeer.com/

We toured almost all of the art shops, bought presents and a few trophies.






The Riverfront was at it's best while we were there. The breezes were cool and soft, the sky was clear. Birds hopped around and kids slid about on wheeled heels. In-line skating was in vogue, Mexican performers were present at the great bandstand and mariachi music was inspiring. The trolly ran by, back and forth, across the bridge to North Little Rock and back again and again.

Then we walked slowly back to our car listening to the music that cascaded from the bands, orchestras and groups, and even sidewalk musicians who were playing that night at many locations along the street. We walked along surrounded by other tourists, walking by the still open art shops, restaurants, and cafes.


Finally we arrived back to the hotel, where we called in on our magic phone for "Scottie" and were “beamed up” to "Upstairs" again. Now we had even MORE stories to tell!