A true city of the Old South.  

A city as haunted by its past as much as it revels in it.

In October 1999, my plane landed in metropolitan Atlanta, and I proceeded to drive my rental car back in time through endless woods, shedding the 20th century year by year with every mile until my arrival in Savannah.

Of course, this is an exaggeration.  Savannah is as modern as any other city with an historic past -- but more than others, Savannah seems built amid its past instead of over and around it.  While I have much more of the South to discover, my trip in October of last year was an immensely enjoyable introduction to the picturesque -- and perhaps stereotypical -- vision I had of the Old South.

I wanted to see a city on the water, moss in the trees, old cemeteries, historic homes.

Savannah delivered with inimitable hospitality.

What follows are brief glimpses of the memories I have from that first trip, one ensured not to be my last. So lace up your walking shoes and let's take a stroll...

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