A guy I was interviewing in Lumpkin, Georgia, told be about “Old Town”, just down the road. Since w Lumpkin seemed like the end of the road, I was a little skeptical. But I took a break from Occupy Interviews and Immigration Detention Centers, and headed south. I found Westville, literally just outside of town. 70 degrees and blue sky, a perfect idylic afternoon. A “made up” town, made up of 1850s buildings moved to a forested rural area. The guides provided plenty of arcane history and local gossip. All I was missing was a glass of Sweet Georgia Peach!
I just wandered through the rather extensive “village”, snapping a few pictures. Here’s some of them. I’ve also included a very short video of a cotton gin in action!
