Walking down Beale Street I did not expect to meets the one and only Lucille- owner of the original Daily Theater. An interesting, enthusiastic lady- she is working hard to refurbish the Daisy, to bring it back to its original character. Art deco figures and lights grace the walls. She graciously invited us in to see work underway. Best wishes Lucille- if you are lucky, you may see her too!

We were walking past admiring the outside when we saw the door was open to the auditorium so we went inside to be greeted by an older black women who invited us in to look around . It turned out she owned the daisy inheriting it when he died and a number of blues players had graced its stage

Unfortunately we were not so lucky as it was no one busy doing thing by the Old Daisy Theater at the time we were there. We could only enjoy the exterior that very beautiful is. We hope in our next visit we will have a chance to see the interior.

As we walked Beale street early in the day ( because it called for rain in the afternoon) staff was unloading stock into the Daisy and they invited us in to take pictures and for my wife to use the facilities it is gorgeous inside the memorabilia and pictures fit so well you could feel the stars that had sung in every drop of air in there I would recommend stopping in if anywhere near the area.

Finding the main tourist area on Beale Street between 2nd and BB King Bld on a Nov day, quieter than heaven on a Saturday night, to quote Leonard Cohen, I began walking east on Beale Street just beyond the main tourist area. Maybe three people were on the street when I heard a woman call out to me in front of The Daisy Theatre which was located directly across from the New Daisy Theatre. Glass in hand, she beckoned to me to come on over and take a look inside. It's free, she assured me. With some hesitation and my wife in toe I crossed the street and entered the old theatre. In the dimly lit space tables were laid out, photos of people hung on the walls, the bar stood empty at the back with a full punch bowel nearby while a film ran on the screen at the front. The place was empty. What is this and who are you, I asked the woman with the drink out front. Apparently this was the first African-American theatre in Memphis, it had fallen into disrepair like much of the area over the years but her recently deceased husband had lovingly attempted to restore it with their own funds and as a tribute to him, she just wanting people to see it. Nothing more. I would say this was the most authentic encounter I'd experienced in Memphis and in appreciation I told her I would do a review on TripAdvisor about which she knew nothing. Check it out. Some may find it as significant as The march of the Peabody ducks.