In a country as big and as populated as the USA, it’s easy for cities to become a perfectly planned replica of each other, forcing you, as a traveler, to dig deep to uncover its unique story. That’s not Asheville!
Being in Downtown Asheville felt like I had stepped into the world. Sometimes I felt like I was in Newtown , at other times in San Francisco, then in a moment I was transported to London, Dublin, and Thailand.
Black curtains drape the windows, live bluegrass in the corner warms you up, and surrounding you is a vast array of new and old books to peruse while you sip on a glass of fine champagne.
But as we soon discovered, this goes beyond the stuffy quiet halls of a museum. This is a living breathing space that invites interaction, sparks curiosity, and feeds creative inspiration.
We’re not really shopping people, especially on famous streets like Saks Fifth Avenue that doesn’t have much of a grounded, relatable spirit. But since Asheville is brimming with independent shops.