But then, all of a sudden, it happened. We got it. All we had heard, the promises of "you will love Savannah" came true.
A quick note from one of my best friends in New York....."Well?" was all it said. I think that was on Monday. We had only just arrived, Saturday late afternoon. My response was also simple. "It is beautiful but not edgy enough". It was also very warm, in the nineties with a strong, unfiltered sun.
By the end of that very day, we already were well on our way to joining the chorus of those who sing joyful noises in praise of what is the prettiest place we've ever been. A perfect little city with all the elements that I have been craving. Sidewalks, interesting sights, a waterfront, parks and nice, very, very nice, people. So much about vintage.
Before our arrival, I was convinced that there were only three places, other than Cape Cod, where I could foresee us living when that day comes...the day that finds us free to choose and hopefully, healthy and young enough to enjoy a final phase in our lives. New York City is at the top of that list but we are not totally stupid. We would have to win a large sum of money and our luck runs in different directions. We're only rich in friendships, good health and family. Not money. Santa Barbara comes next on that list. We fell in love with that gem years ago and several visits have left us dreaming but only. Two large lottery winnings for that lofty ambition. And then there's Porstmouth, New Hampshire. Still on the list. Downtown Portsmouth has so many of those bells and whistles that we crave. Cold winters but moderate summers and again, waterfront. And now, there's Savannah for reasons our hearts understand.
|Mercer Williams House....Home of the "incident"|
This little video captures just a bit of Savannah. It is not mine, I found it on YouTube.
And I also found this: http://blog.visitsavannah.com/arts-culture/top-free-things-savannah/. A nice summary.