Several years ago I came down to Savannah to teach a class and fell in love with this city as I walked the streets the night before the class. I was alone in the city and after walking around I found a bar to have a Belgian beer and play bar bingo. My favorite part was the people out walking their dogs who would tie them up outside and come in for their regular. I am not a dog person, but when you are visiting a city a person walking their dog us a pretty good sign that they are a local and I liked the idea of the Savannah lifestyle.
Twice since then I’ve stopped in this city on the way to Jekyll for a few hours and was unable to capture that same feeling, but today it returned. As my husband says, this city has a soul. There is something about its beautiful trees, old brick buildings and adorable shops; but more than that, it’s a city of residents milling around and not merely a tourist destination.
On the work side of this vacation, the food provided for the officers really couldn’t be beat. I really was hoping for the cliche donuts, but fruit and 6 difference cheeses can’t be complained about.
The hospitality has also been unmatched. It’s not everyday you get welcomed to the city by a truly warm mayor and police chief.
The rumors I have heard are true. She really does wear a huge live flower on her suits. At least it looked very live and beautiful from up close.
But far and above, why Savannah is magical is that baby decided that 11:00 pm was a good bedtime tonight and didn’t insist on her normal 1:00 am bedtime. I think those 7 hours of wandering around downtown Savannah, with all its fresh air and stimulation finally overcame her and she was lulled to sleep by the voices answering the last question of the debate.