Wednesday, July 16, 2008
"This is old America style," said Valery Lantratov of the drive along 231 North from Ozark to Prattville, Alabama. For miles and miles we wound through farms and fields without any interruption.
Then suddenly at Troy, Alabama we found civilization. It was like a giant truck filled with commerce overturned strewing Wal Marts, Lowes and Taco Bells across the landscape.
By this point in the tour, we were experiencing a bit of exhaustion, but after a stay at a comfortale hotel and anticipating two days off in a row, we both seemed to bounce back in time for two classes in Prattville at the Center for Performing Arts.
Prattvile (nickname "The Fountain City") is not far from Montgomery, crossing the border between Autauga and Elmore counties. The studio, which features paintings of dancers in different genres on its dark blue walls, is proud of its marley covered sprung wood floors.
This picture is from the first (younger) class of the day.
We were told that the mercury topped 101 F (38.3 C) the day of this class, and indeed we spent our drive to the next city listening to wobbly Russian music on a warped partially-melted cassette.