-Observe street scene in Asheville. Note that it is leftier than I had expected (head shop, tattoos & piercings, gay couples holding hands); wonder if we are still in NC; wonder if it is a good fit for father and stepmother who are contemplating retiring here.

Asheville is a weird mixture of hippies/freaks, relatively well-to-do retirees, and rural mountain types.

-Eat (good but overpriced) dinner in Middle Eastern restaurant seated on cushions on the floor, while Casper is captivated by the bellydancer (who has tricks but no technique.)

They have a great and non-crowded weekend brunch, assuming you went to Jerusalem Garden. Was the dancer curvy? Good chance I know her.