On this morning Bailey and I were treated to a view glistening with golden rays, and a traditional Southern breakfast of biscuits, grits and eggs. Then we set off for Savannah.
Just as Bailey mentioned his car had never broken down, a strange noise we’d been hearing suddenly became more prevalent and we were forced to pull over. But it’s ok because it was in a prime position for me to take a photo of one of the only cotton fields not yet harvested.
It was also close to Bailey’s friend, Derek, who came to the rescue.
Following the impromptu rest, we hit the road again. This time we made it all the way to Savannah. Our first stop was my very own cafe. Ok, so I don’t actually own the cafe, but if I did somehow acquire it. I wouldn’t need to change the name.
If you ever visit Savannah you’ll hear about the movie Bailey and I watched half of the night before - Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Well, Clary’s Cafe had a little feature in that Clint Eastwood mystery film.
Some eating and a mini photoshoot ensued.
You might think I went a little overboard with the photos, but as someone whose name is never on mugs, keyrings, coke bottles or those posts on Facebook, it was pretty cool to see my name on an entire diner.
We then embarked on a Trolley Tour of Georgia’s historic town.
I’m a little ashamed to say it’s taken me about two and a half months to get around to blogging about this picturesque place, so I can’t guarantee that all the photos will match the captions.
We found Forsyth Park. One of the city’s many green spaces.
We also saw the Andrew Low home.
Wrought iron was a sign of wealth. These people were basically displaying the equivalent of a diamond encrusted dollar sign chain, and genuine Rollex. They certainly didn’t have a “low” income.
We also spotted the first Girl Scouts of America home,
and Juliette Gordon Low’s home. She’s the founder of the Girl Scouts.
We snooped around St John’s Cathedral.
Here’s a mansion that celebrities stay in,
and here’s a place where pirates used to congregate.
Bailey’s grandmother was born in this little building.
Her grandfather used to preach here.
Savannah is a stunning city.
A little girl apparently used to wave at all the ships. Either there weren’t a lot of ships, or she never had anywhere else to be.
Bailey and I left the trolley tour to find the William Mercer House - the one from the movie I keep mentioning. You’ll hear Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil mentioned much more if you ever visit Savannah.
We did a little more exploring on foot until it started to get too dark. We then made our way to the cobbled River Street.
Dinner tonight was at Huey’s.
I tried a few fried goodies. I couldn’t visit the south without eating fried green tomatoes or fried catfish.
I’m not so sure I’d get the tomatoes again, but I’d definitely down a few more beignets.
I was very careful not laugh or breathe while eating the powdery pastry. I still managed to end up looking like I had a messy drug habit. This is the before photo.
Bailey was also a fan of the dessert.
After perusing a few art shops, we went back to the candy store to purchase second dessert.
We grabbed the fresh praline that was even more delicious than the beignets, walked back to the car and made our way across the state border to South Carolina. We travelled with the aim of turning back around immediately, but the roadworks had other ideas.
We spent a little longer in South Carolina than anticipated. One day I spend even longer there and make it all the way to Charleston.
We arrived home just after midnight to watch the rest of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.
The next morning we had dutch babies for breakfast. I can’t remember exactly what they were, but I do remember they were not tiny humans from Holland.
I then farewelled Bailey’s lovely and extremely welcoming grandparents, who so graciously allowed me to stay in their beautiful home.
Bailey then drove me to the Atlanta airport, but it wasn’t goodbye forever. We managed to make a list of activities to do around Cordele in warmer weather. Most of them involving food, festivals, and festivals dedicated to food. Catch you one watermelon season, Bailey!
Clary’s Cafe
Trolley Tours
Huey’s
River Street Sweets
