As soon as we got into Asheville we went down this street with these huge older homes set on large lots. I said to hubby "I sure wouldn't mind living here." A minute or so later we were in the middle of downtown Asheville and I changed my mind. It was like driving in Atlanta or NYC. Cars were everywhere. We found the Civic Center, but could not find a place to park. We spotted the parking garage and it took about 15 minutes to get there, between dodging septic trucks digging up the street and one-way roads, we were frazzled. The parking lot was full!! We headed to the hotel and took a cab.
The Craft Fair of the Southern Highlands features craftspeople from the Appalachian region and focuses on the traditional process of crafts. I just wanted to find something cool to hang on my front door. No luck there. These were high-end crafts. Hand carved furniture, blown glass, fancy jewelry, woven cloth, leather purses, clay people and very large price tags!! We did walk away with a small pottery bowl made to hold cut flowers. More on Biltmore Estate later...
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