The Minneapolis banks are lined with old flour mills. Grain is the big thing in the Midwest, and this is where they took it to be ground into flour and placed on ships to float it along all 2,320 miles of navigable river. Milling declined and stopped in the early decades of the 20th Century, but the mills are being reused as museums, art spaces and apartment blocks. It's all very nice.
We ventured onto a small island mid-stream where swimming is "not advised" (but not prohibited!) If this were California I'd have obviously stripped naked (along with the hundreds of others doing the same) and dived in. Here, in this more conservative American heartland, I only went so far as to dip one hand in.
This is where we had breakfast. It is very famous.
Hannah wraps up on a bridge. You could almost be in Newcastle.
I was disappointed with attendance at my solo performance of The Sound of Music.
So you're allowed to!
See - it's big.
Some local wildlife.
This is their new theatre.
Our favourite form of transport.
Unfortunately flour mills tend to explode. Here are the ruins of the Washburn A. Mill, one of the biggest. But they've reused it by putting a museum inside.
See? Clever.
