I’d never heard of Lynchburg. Lynchburg Lemonades – sure, but never the town.
On a tip from a reader, I pulled in for a cup of coffee.
And ended up being two hours late to Greensboro because of it.
Quiet and nice.
If I were an up-and-coming artist, I’d rent a space here for a year.
One street smelled of cookies, I swear to God it did.
Vinyl and vintage, barbershops and – well, more barbershops.
No one honked.
There was even a public elevator (see my photo gallery for proof).
Do yourself a favor and spend a day there.
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