The crossroads, Mississippi
This here is apparently the actual crossroads of legend, where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil in return for mad guitar skills. Our new friend, the chair of the Mississippi Blues Society drove us miles off the main road to find this unassuming spot, without even a plaque to mark it (I was expecting at least one gift shop – c’mon, Graceland has fourteen of the things). This was my favourite photo that I took there. I kept hold of my soul, though given my mediocre bass playing skills, perhaps it might have been well invested.
