Last weekend Honey and I went down to Savannah for the first time. It was lovely, the demeanor of the city is more in line with the slower pace that the South is known for, which I have only glimpsed at occasionally since we moved. The squares are beautiful, the streets and shops are easy to navigate, and even after only ten minute there we felt so relaxed. Even in traffic and crowded bars people were still polite and even tempered with each other. It was a nice break from home.
We walked a lot, as we tend to do on vacation, and I began to notice a interesting trend. Savannah is an older town, lots of cobblestone streets, uneven stairs that shippers probably trekked up in down in the previous centuries, and well the city is designed to be walked around…so it was easy to notice that most women were wearing flats. Even the most dolled up Southern Belles and ladies that were bar hopping were sans heels. I think I have found my people =) I wore flats or sneakers unapologetically to meals and around town. I think this is the first trip I have had with my husband that has not resulted in a blister. (I say that with love).
After dinner one night we went to a Martini Bar called Jen’s & Friends which has a menu of hundreds of martinis. I am not usually the type to have sweet Martini’s but I got a Heath Klondike Bar Martini (two of my favorite things), it even had a good sized piece of Koldike Bar as a garnish and it was pretty damn delicious. Their regular mixed drinks were also very good (that is what Honey had). And despite the Party Buses arriving and a really small space, everyone was so nice to one another. I should also mention Savannah has the whole “Go Cup” thing in parts of the city. When you order a drink they ask if it is for here or out, you can pretty much walk around town with a open beverage as long as it is in a 16 oz plastic cup. The next afternoon I became a little jealous of a man carrying a Bloody Mary around (why didn’t I think of that?). I did not partake in the Go Cups, but I might some day.
Honey prepared for the trip by reading Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil the week before we left. I was busy with a dinner party we were throwing for neighbors the night before our trip, so I have still yet to crack into it-but I did see the movie.
And yes of course we did walk by Mercer (Williams) House.Oddly enough there was a Camaro parked outside (detail from the book that Honey pointed out). We wondered if one of the staff or the owner intentionally keep one outside. We didn’t see a “Camaro Parking Only” sign and when I looked up if there often was a Camaro out front, I couldn’t find anything. It was just one of those things.
So Honey and I, after walking and window shopping for the last three hours, sat on a bench in Monterey Square, which is the square Mercer House looks on to. We couldn’t have asked for better weather. The sun was out, I think it was in the 60s, and there was a cold breeze to make you remember that it was December-but only as a passing thought. After a few minutes our attention was drawn up. There was squirrel performing various acrobatics in the oaks and palms above us. Then the little cheeky guy started talking and chirping at us and did not stop, that is until I pulled out my camera to record it. Then he stopped, so I stopped recording; so he started talking again. Apparently whatever he was telling us, he did not want to go on the record as saying. My personal theory was the squirrel had the spirit Danny Hansford and he was complaining about the direction Chevy had gone with the Camaro body style. Just a theory.
We made out way down to Forsyth Park after a stop in a local shop we went down to the fountain where a couple was getting engaged.
I didn’t take a picture while it was happening, this is actually three minutes later when apparently their friend popped out from behind a tree to reveal she was taking pictures the whole time. Thank goodness the future bride said yes! We hung around the fountain for a few more minutes, soaking up the sun and the very quiet Sunday afternoon. Another couple came up to the fountain, she was in a wedding dress and their Reverend was with them. There was a whole lotta love at that fountain. I don’t know if they were just there for photos or if the ceremony was about to begin so we gave them their privacy and went on to walk down one of the most beautiful streets in America.
Our trip down there was wonderful, almost over too quickly but I was beginning to miss the kitties at home so it’s good we only stayed for a couple of nights. I can’t wait to explore more of this lovely city in socially accepted, comfortable shoes.