Savannah
Savannah is really quite beautiful but ironically we didn't manage to take many pictures. I think this is because there is no single vista or point of interest that captures it all; rather every street is a charming mix of ancient, moss-covered oak trees and stately, historic mansions.
We spent the afternoon on a hop-on-hop-off tour of the historic district, where local actors boarded at selected stops and acted out small parts of the city's history. Our guide told us that Savannah is famous for producing strong-willed, stubborn women; I guess I brought sand to the beach since I came here with one of my own.
The other thing the guide warned us about was that Savannah was a big party city. It didn't disappoint as we headed down to River Street in the evening for a nice final dinner to end the holiday and found the street busy with tourists and locals alike. After a bottle of wine our waiter wouldn't let us go without joining him in a few complimentary rounds of ouzo and lemoncello. We stumbled out of our restaurant already a bit light on our feet only to find that Savannah Oktoberfest was in full swing on River Street. A local band belted out 90's cover tunes (yeah, Gen-X!) while local microbrews were served up on the public street. (Damn, is it ever a nice change to be treated like an adult when it comes to booze in public; large crowds of people carried their beer around out in the open AND THE WORLD DIDN'T END!?!)*
Close to midnight we started to make our way back to our bed and breakfast but it was so pleasantly warm and several pubs had sidewalk tables out. We couldn't resist stopping for a nightcap while eavesdropping on the numerous "Haunted Savannah" walking tours that made their way around the streets. And when the waitress spotted us looking tired she offered us "to go" cups to finish our beers on the way home. (That's right, we walked the public streets with beers in our hands after mignight AND THE SUN DIDN'T EXPLODE!?!)*
So we had a grand ol' time in Savannah.
And we had a grand ol' hangover in the morning.
(* In hindsight, my non-Canadian friends might not understand my ranting over the issue of open alcohol. All I can recommend is the next time you visit Canada, try doing anything you normally do back home with a drink other than drinking it quietly inside the bar or your home, and you'll understand...)
(Events of Oct 28, 2016.)
We spent the afternoon on a hop-on-hop-off tour of the historic district, where local actors boarded at selected stops and acted out small parts of the city's history. Our guide told us that Savannah is famous for producing strong-willed, stubborn women; I guess I brought sand to the beach since I came here with one of my own.
The other thing the guide warned us about was that Savannah was a big party city. It didn't disappoint as we headed down to River Street in the evening for a nice final dinner to end the holiday and found the street busy with tourists and locals alike. After a bottle of wine our waiter wouldn't let us go without joining him in a few complimentary rounds of ouzo and lemoncello. We stumbled out of our restaurant already a bit light on our feet only to find that Savannah Oktoberfest was in full swing on River Street. A local band belted out 90's cover tunes (yeah, Gen-X!) while local microbrews were served up on the public street. (Damn, is it ever a nice change to be treated like an adult when it comes to booze in public; large crowds of people carried their beer around out in the open AND THE WORLD DIDN'T END!?!)*
Close to midnight we started to make our way back to our bed and breakfast but it was so pleasantly warm and several pubs had sidewalk tables out. We couldn't resist stopping for a nightcap while eavesdropping on the numerous "Haunted Savannah" walking tours that made their way around the streets. And when the waitress spotted us looking tired she offered us "to go" cups to finish our beers on the way home. (That's right, we walked the public streets with beers in our hands after mignight AND THE SUN DIDN'T EXPLODE!?!)*
So we had a grand ol' time in Savannah.
And we had a grand ol' hangover in the morning.
(* In hindsight, my non-Canadian friends might not understand my ranting over the issue of open alcohol. All I can recommend is the next time you visit Canada, try doing anything you normally do back home with a drink other than drinking it quietly inside the bar or your home, and you'll understand...)
(Events of Oct 28, 2016.)
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