|All right, all right, so I went to Mercer House|
Savannah was the southernmost point of my journey, and felt like it. The temperature was in the 80s, the air was sweet, all the trees were in full leaf, and flowers were blooming everywhere. It would be another two full months before it looked anything like this in New England.
For the record, my desire to visit this city predated the publication of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, the impact of which is everywhere in evidence in Savannah, but in all honesty I have to admit that reading the book added fire to my interest. And I also have to admit that I took it upon myself to go gawk at the murder site, Mercer House, which is located smack in the middle of the magnificently restored (and surprisingly large) historic district. I also ventured into an antique shop where everything was so expensive I was afraid to breathe, then I hiked over to the restored waterfront. I've had a lifelong love affair with the sea--water is my element--and I get antsy if I'm far from the coast for any length of time. The Savannah waterfront is comfortingly pretty, with cobblestone streets and old brick and wood frame buildings, but ultimately it's just a waterside mall-cum-tourist-trap, like its counterparts in a lot of other cities. Still, for what it is, it works pretty well. Savannah is a place I could live, I think--except between mid-June and mid-September.
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