Showing posts with label colonial days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label colonial days. Show all posts

9.05.2008

Savanah Saturday Stroll (+ a wreck)


On the Way up to the Birthday Bash  me and Uncle stopped the night in Savannah Georgia. Ya'll this is a lovely old colonial city, laid out by Englishmen to be folks-friendly.

Georgia is one of the first 13 Colonies--a proud history. English "second sons" is the founders of this gracious moss draped reverie.


It done had its share of modern malaise but its bones is still good. The city is arranged around 28 squares as hubs fer lovely old homes and churches, an' ya enjoy a sense of gentle discourse between city and nature.




Me an Uncle strolled the streets en route to a tucked away paper gallery I knows of--needin' to find some birthday treasures fer my Sister. We poked our nose through gates of tiny alleys and courtyards.



































Savannah is justly proud of its history. There is a Revolutionary War battleground heah, some nifty old forts on the River.





















..theah's an amazin' suspension bridge I shoulda photographed better..





















An'some river traffic today is of the touristy paddle boat variety.




Ya' cain't hep but admire these old buildin's that was made of the stone that served as ballast in the first ships that brought settlers...





Along the riverfront we had a mediocre tourist version of crab Benedict fer a late breakfast, then strolled up to street level past ancient bays of the factor walk (factors is middlemen--they give ya cash fer 70 % of your transported goods so ya can turn yore boat around and head home...then they make the spread when yore stuff is sold locally)






.







Ten at street level, Mercy! Seems a girl was still in her cups and drove down the main river road doin' 70 mph! Well...ya know where that landed her? In the front of th Cotton Exchange after goin' airborne fer 100 ft!

Yes, she survived....must a been a very fortuitous weekend folks--drunks and plunging balloonists survived.

reckon somethin' had to be sacrificed, though. The ancient lion fountain in front of the Cotton Exchange is now decapitated.






































What I 'specially appreciated about this Old Lady is that it is a city that ain't over gussied up. Livin' near to Disney, I reckon I'se mighty tired of the "Disney effect", that pat, canned look of storybook perfection. Nope, Savannah has a torn petticoat or two, but she looks real, not like a museum set piece of a long ago city.