The Spanish moss hung heavy on the limbs of each tree. The streets and alleyways, organized in their original layouts that were established in the 18th century, framed the stores of downtown Savannah. Bookstores, antiques, and pubs filled each crevice of this space with art, history and an inescapable energy. The heat, although incredibly sticky, was a perfect fit for this city. The practical and beautiful outfits adorned by the residents and guests made the sweating and warm gusts of wind a part of the lifestyle and aesthetic. This was the true South. The place where people dream of Scarlet O'Hara and Huckleberry Finn. The history and accents ran deep; they were an intricle topic of conversation. The people were proud to be Savannah locals. They wore the badge of this honor with smiles and welcoming faces, happy to see each tourist that came through their doors.
I pounded the brick streets of Savannah with feet adorned in Birkenstocks. Accompanied by my mother, we searched for the oddities and curios of this jewel on the crown of The South. Each area of downtown was organized into squares. In the center of each square, a park. The squares were as frequent as the antique stores which abounded on every street. In the 1700s, when Savannah was settled, these squares were, in essence, villages within the large settlement. Each square had a church, housing, a law office and an open square in the middle which was used for gardening food for the whole village. Eventually, when Savannah grew and gardening was no longer necessary, the city turned these garden areas into small parks that could be enjoyed by the residents.
My mother and I have gone on a trip together the past two years. We pulled out maps and brainstormed. The search for a town with a rich history and quaint aesthetics led us to Savannah, GA. Savannah is absolutely, without a doubt, the prettiest place I've ever been to. The golden sun lit up the city to display its grace and age. The residents knew no life outside of this place, and why would they need to? Savannah is a winderland of its own.
Where is the prettiest place in the south that you've visited?