I absolutely love traveling to places that have a rich history, even if I only have enough down time to read commemorative plaques and pretend I know history. I’m also a big fan of the prevalent spanish moss that eclipses streetlights and mutes traffic noise in the multitude of centuries-old park squares one encounters every other block.
In my three days there, I saw only two groups of people: 1) hipsters hanging out at coffee shops and 2) a couple hundred gray-haired couples getting on and off tour buses, river boats and hotel shuttles. They waddled up and down River Street buying tourist crap and salt water taffy. The lack of children (babies, toddlers, kids under 20) was downright eerie.
Oh, and this way to South Carolina…
My wife is a huge Paula Deen fan and took it upon herself to send me nasty text messages throughout the meal to reinforce how unfair it was I was there and not her. It was justified. I had the Steak and Pie, which includes a tomato pot pie surrounded by steak tips. Really great, actually.
My hotel this trip was the Hilton Savannah DeSoto.
And here’s a TP folding report for my pal Ed: