Saturday, March 27, 2010

"Savannah would be better for you. You'll just get in trouble in Atlanta." Mammy

Savannah, the most beautiful city in the south. Thank god they surrendered to Sherman and preserved all that beauty and charm. We spent Sunday morning enjoying the beauty and spring warmth before heading for Richmond, VA. The last, and only other time, we were in Savannah was in January 2005. It was cold, and the Pats were winning their first Super Bowl. Late March is a much better time to visit. All the trees were dressed in their finest blossoms, the Spanish Moss was swaying in the breeze to the tunes of sidewalk gospel singers, and we were chomping peanuts by the river. Savannah's downtown is one of the largest National Historic Districts in the US. It boasts 22 squares, each with a central park area holding prominent sculptures and surrounded by absolutely gorgeous, beautiful homes. Some of these homes are museums and restaurants as well as bed and breakfast joints. The downtown area outside the Historic District and adjacent to the Savannah River is one long, long shopping and dining delight. I highly recommend a visit. But not mid-summer when a belle could suffer from the vapors.