Checked out of the Sunday House Inn where I was called Darlin’ and Ma`am by the owner. I’ve officially hit Southern hospitality and accents, y`all. Walked down Main Street where people poured out of the Biergarten carrying drinks in their hands and smelling of white wine and beer. I hit up the ice cream shop next door and sat on bench with a scoop of coconut. A man asked, “Young lady, is anyone sittin’ here?” And when I told him, No, he rested for a few minutes before his wife or girlfriend or loving woman came and got him. He patted the bench as he stood up, looked at me and said, “Thank you, ma`am.” There was an accordion playing behind him.