Memphis has a host of kings: The King of Beale Street (Preston Shannon), B.B. King (also The King of Blues), Martin Luther King, but my mother first acquainted me with the Memphis king that stole her heart, The King of Rock-n-Roll.
We had to "do" Graceland. We enjoyed it even more than we expected for the fact that we learned more about the man himself. As for the Graceland tour, big-haired women corralled us through the main floor of the house in 10-15 minutes I think. Check it out:
The living room just beyond the foyer to the right:
To the left, the dining room:
The kitchen just down the hall:
We weren't allowed upstairs. The guide said, "It's private." Um. Okay.
What I'll call Elvis's playroom, where he could watch all three channels (the only three channels that existed at the time) at once:
Folded fabric covers the walls and the ceiling in the billiard room.
The Jungle Room (my personal favourite), where wood monkeys grin all around and green shag covers the floor, and the ceiling:
The Graceland Platinum tour includes:
- an audio-guided tour of Graceland Mansion and grounds
- a self-guided tour of Elvis' two custom airplanes
- a self-guided tour of Elvis' Automobile Museum
- a self-guided tour of Elvis in Hollywood Exhibit
- a self-guided tour of Elvis Lives: The King and Pop Culture Exhibit
- a self-guided tour of Private Presley Exhibit
- a self-guided tour of '68 Special Exhibit
So. More to come...