There they were, lined up by the hundreds.

Knoxville’s Downton Abbey fans turned out in droves to watch an early screening of last night’s series finale at the historic Tennessee Theatre.  I mean, the queue went around the block.  It was like The Stones were in town.

Most folks (like me) went strictly Sunday casual,  but a good number were dressed to the nines-  or the 1929s-  in some semblance of period attire.  Accuracy be damned,  I say hurrah to all the gents in tails and tweeds,  and the ladies in sequins, shawls, gloves  and hats.

And check out Miz Thing in the tiara!  I want to have tea with her.  Immediately.  And I don’t even like tea.  She’s probably got scones in that purse.  Or a flask.  I don’t care.  I want to BE her in 40 years.   She is fabulous.

Inside, townsfolk were encouraged to rub elbows with the Crawley family cutouts for photo ops.

I’d been on the fence all day,  trying to decide if I wanted to watch the last 2 hours of my beloved Downton with 1,600 other people,  or sitting alone on my couch with a box of tissues nearby.  You know, just in case somebody died.  Or Edith contracted some horrible disease.  Once I was at the theatre, though,  it was fun to be sharing the experience with the masses.

But wow,  I was definitely underdressed.