Finally at the hotel and too tired to write. Also hard to take photos today, and the hotel internet is excruciatingly slow.
Short version — Jefferson Davis’s home was a hideous mid-19th century amalgam of clashing colors, randomly mixed patterns, and unbelievable clutter. No photos allowed.
Monticello was graceful and imaginative. For the first time on our trip, the tour guides were dreadful.
Charlottesville: unexpectedly charming and beautiful, with a Mennonite chorus on the street corner.
No photos of Richmond, but a few from Monticello and on from Charlottesville: