I was in Little Rock on March 22-24th. Here’s the evidence:
I firmly believe that I’m in dire need of a GPS unit. I always get lost. Everytime we took a wrong turn in Little Rock, we came across this sign:
We were usually saying something similar at the time.
The River Market:
Crosswalks are totally wack in Little Rock:
Within a couple of blocks, you’ll find Flying Saucer, Flying Fish, and Flying Burrito.
The bar in Flying Burrito used to be found in Fayetteville’s Hoffbrau:
Someone busking in Flying Burrito:
Finally, name this restroom:
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