I don’t always have an opportunity of going on a leisure walk, yet alone in a beautiful city. I was, however, graced with such an opportunity over the long weekend. Savannah, Georgia is a lovely old town—Georgia’s oldest official city, founded in 1733. It is a city steeped in colonial history and is one of the largest seaports on the eastern seaboard.
The city’s historic district remains just as General James Oglethorpe planned–a city consisting of multiple squares, or parks, surrounded by old picturesque stately homes which all date to colonial times–a city of a grid pattern accentuated by individual parks—all surrounded by the magnificent ancient live oaks which are draped in the ethereal spanish moss that blows ever so gently in the constant breeze–all giving way to a magical spell of history, Revolutionary war heroes, 13 colonies, pirates, ghosts, elegance, charm and peace.
I just wanted to share a tad of this city’s allure and charm. Whetting the ol whistle—the gardens which seem to run on and on, the hustle and bustle of tourists down on the famous, or infamous, River Street, the colorful characters, the gorgeous parks, the shadows of a former era all collide in this southern coastal community—of which I am proud to say is a part of my state….such a treasure in my own backyard. And one that will play host to my son’s upcoming wedding…..but we have several more months in which to wait on that…more will most likely follow…this is just a small taste of life in the South…my glorious South.