And then came the scenery in sweet Savannah, where southern gentility is a whole lifestyle. Folks just leave their houses at all hours with cocktails in hand to walk dogs down streets where history was made, or sit under iconic fountains in colonial squares, bellyaching about the Georgia game. If they leave the house all. There’s a whole lotta porch sitting/sipping going on in Savannah. It’s the kind of place where rather than recommending a bar or brunch spot, perfect strangers invite you along, which happened to me on at least two separate occasions. The humidity is famous, but it’s the Spanish moss draped everywhere that gives the air its character, especially at night when the coastal winds sift through the trees, lifting those ringlets at random like a mischievous spirit. The city’s terribly romantic, the tea is sweet by default, and even if you’ve never been, Savannah is indeed the place you picture when people speak of southern charm & hospitality.
where i wandered:
where joy wanders 