Charleston to Savannah

On the road again... leaving Charleston on its Cooper River Bridge, the longest cablestay span in North America... looks like a giant harp that could be a whole lotta fun ;-)



Entering Savannah, I caught the spires of this steeple and had to go check it out. The bells were a ringin' for us even and it was 5:17 PM, not exactly a bell chimey hour. The Independent Presbyterian Church opened its doors in 1829 but I think it burned at one point and therefore, had some work done. It wasn't a Notre Dame by any means but it was a good, Southern church. And my first to be seen!


Tomo-chi-chi, a Yamacraw chief to be received by the court in England and decorated as a dear, trusted comrade is buried in the center of the Wright Square... one of many little courtyards in the center of town. The Spanish moss set me off into a spell as it swayed on boughs of the grand trees, standing like ghosts.


And just down the street was a window display of old tin type photo prints that got ghoulish when you turned your head a bit.




I loved Savannah, it was the perfect spot to savor in the twilight of the day. But we had to keep going, after stopping of course at Gallery Espresso house for a piece of Chocolate Cake.
The cake was gone before we could whip out our iPhones so no pictures to taunt you, be grateful, it was devilish cake- very naughty, naughty cake!

Best CHAI LATTE I've ever had by the way, truly- it was perfect.