There are about 38438974398 squares in Savannah. They all
have a statue of someone but my absolute favorite is the one in Chippewa.
Vic’s On the River
Fabulous restaurant that I have yet to eat at. It’s very
lovely though, don’t you think?
River Street
Pretty much the hub of the city, there are so many shops and
places to eat you could spend days on end here and not experience everything.
You can also see the port from here. My dad (entire family) is a member of the
ILA local 1593 and I used to go with him to District meetings in Savannah when
I was little.
We were
quiet for a while as we watched a container boat full to the brim approach the
docks in the distance. The Longshoremen called to each other, moving like a
well-oiled machine to tie it off once it docked. I enjoyed watching them work
together to dominate the enormous vessel. Humans could do anything if they put
their minds to it, they just so rarely bothered putting their minds to anything
other than war or obtaining wealth. Sometimes I wondered if the Rogues had the
right idea all along and we were the ones grasping at slippery straws.
S.C.A.D. (Savannah College of Art and Design)
Just because I love it and am completely jealous of anyone
who actually knows what they want to be when they grow up right after high
school.
He
(Philip) taught a class at SCAD – that’s the Savannah College of Art and Design
in case you’re wondering- and would be doing so throughout the duration of the
summer and hoped to go full time with them at the conclusion of his temporary
contract.
Last, but most certainly NOT least,
Mellow Mushroom
Lea’s favorite restaurant with her favorite pizza. We ate
there and I’ll be damned if our waitress didn’t have silver hair. I asked her
if it was okay if I took a pic with her. =)
Tinsley waited in a restaurant
two blocks away that served my favorite pizza ever in the history of ever.
She’d already ordered and the white margarita delicacy sat in the center of the
table, delicious steam wafting into the air.
While this isn’t in the book, I might have to work it in to
the follow up. The Davenport House Ghost Cat was mentioned to me on the tour
we took the night before we left so I begged my husband to take me there on our
way home. I swear to you on my father’s life, as we were coming back in the
house from the garden I heard a cat meow. I ended up buying Cameron this little
beanie baby looking thing with ‘Davenport Ghost Cat’ embroidered on the side.
Look, you can see me taking the pic in the mirror! lol I’m a sucker for stuff
like that.
If you haven’t been, I suggest you do so. They have all
sorts of historical and ghost tours (May I recommend the ‘America’s Most Haunted
City’ walking tour? Ask for Carey.) you can take. Perhaps one day someone will
say, "And here is where one of Christy Trujillo’s first books found its inspiration." You never know, stranger things have happened.
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