The roads between Oklahoma City and Little Rock, Arkansas were less than stellar, but we were delighted with hills and valleys as we entered Arkansas. and our stop at a mini-mart for our “lunchables’ revealed accents that were not distinguishable, but entertaining, as I tried to decipher their words. (But, I digress.) We arrived in Little Rock with one stop in mind. The Little Rock Central High School National Historic Site.

We parked by the most beautiful school we have ever seen, which was the site of forced desegregation in 1957. This was the height of the civil rights movement. We visited the National Historic Site and were impressed, once again, with the amazing exhibits depicting the events of the struggles of equality and justice of the nine who stood alone against mobs. This site was worth the drive and was as sobering as the Oklahoma bombing site.

We checked into Baker House in the Argenta Arts District of Little Rock, which was built in 1898 in the Queen Anne Victorian style, and is listed on the National Historic Register of Historic Places. We settled in before our walk about the district, enjoying a drink at FlyAway Brewing outdoors with fancy cars driving by blaring their loud music.

The meal was more than delightful at Ristorante Capeo, where the hubby delved into elk and I remained true to my Italian tastebuds with Veal Piccata, a good Barolo wine, and the finale of my favorite–Tiramisu. Off to dreamland, until we arrive in Birmingham tomorrow, where we expect the sun gods will continue to shine on our month of adventures,