Sunday, May 20, our last night in Savannah

The plan for the day was to be a morning bike ride, 9  holes of golf for the boys, and hiking and bird watching for the girls, but an uninvited guest named Alberto had different ideas.   Being an early riser, I was blogging as the morning sky lightened, then darkened again, and the heavens opened up poured down!  It was actually kind of fun, staying in jammies, listening to it come down, sipping a second cup of coffee and catching up on photos and blog.  Clem, not to be deterred, donned his golf garb, and we set out to meet Judy and Bob at his brothers' house.  THOSE men were far more reasonable, and we ditched the plans in favor of going to a museum in town, and an early dinner.  Turned out the skies had already cleared in town, so we visited the history museum (not something I would recommend), mistimed the railroad museum ( adding that to list for next time), walked around a square where some bagpipers were playing (lucky timing!) , before heading into The Olde Pink House, a historic landmark mansion turned restaurant.

The Pink House is just that.....pink!  Due to the red bricks bleeding through the white paint!  It's claim to fame is that when the Declaration of Independence was written, it was to be read in each colony capital at roughly the same time, and the steps of the mansion is where that took place.  All the rooms have been converted to dining rooms, that your server obligingly welcomes you to investigate before you leave.  Our server is worth mentioning.  She greeted us with a startlingly squeaky voice announcing her name was Tiffany.  OH NO!!!!  Well, she was so disarmingly adorable, I fell totally in love with her, and didn't mind at all.  When asked if she was a native, she said yes, ma'm, born and raised, and grandma says she is a Savanian....."that's what she calls it."  Describing the menu she literally bubbled when she described her very favorites.  Service was friendly, unstuffy, and yet impeccable, and we enjoyed a gourmet meal topped off with that praline basket, Tiffany's favorite, that I posted a photo of from my phone.

I have to say, there is a definite sense of the Southern Hospitality here, and it is a charming place.  The restaurant manager came to our table and chatted a bit, and told us he moved here 2 years ago, and found it a "very seductive town."  I concur!

We topped off the evening with a visit to the largest of the the 23 squares, Forsythe Park, and if you didn't love it already, you would now be totally enthralled!  Often photographed, with the giant fountain, it is a  huge span of land, with arching trees over the walkways.  I could picture myself in an adjacent house, coming for a stroll before retiring to my porch to watch the activity and sip a mint julep!