People ask which
you like best – Charleston or Savannah. It’s like asking whether you prefer shrimp and grits
to scored flounder. The answer is
what you’re in the mood for.
Having been to
Savannah last week, and Charleston some years ago, it’s an unfair question
right now. I will say this: There’s nothing quite like the historic
district of Savannah. The
beautiful homes and churches, the fine squares – the best of which, with trees
arching elegantly overhead, feel like small sunlit cathedrals – and especially
the quiet, slow elegance of it all.
The numerous
squares deter most traffic completely and slow what little there is. People stroll and bike. In the rare line – for a popular
breakfast spot – they wait patiently for their turn and happily follow the
sensible rule that you don’t occupy a table until you have placed your order at
the counter and got your drink.
These are the
things about Savannah that linger – the beauty but also the pace.
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