Sunday, February 27, 2011

A Few Pictures

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An old cistern tucked behind the Pirate’s House. No idea what’s up with the skulls. The Pirate’s House supposedly had a tunnel to the Savannah River where drunken young men would be spirited onto ships. Once they woke up they had a headache and a whole new job – whether they liked it or not.

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Crazy stone steps lead down to the riverfront all along Bay Street and from Factor’s Walk. None of the stone is indigenous to Georgia, but came across the Atlantic as ballast – to be replaced with cotton, rice and sugar in the hold. Now it makes up walls, buildings, and cobblestone streets.

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Some of the sidewalks are also cobblestone – I’m talking about in the Historic District only – but many are made of brick. This is not a place to wear high heels.

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Huge, stately homes are all over. Strict guidelines keep the Historic District historic-looking. This fence is a replica of the one at Buckingham Palace, only quite a bit smaller.

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The Mansion is a hotel and spa. Don’t know when it was constructed but the Marriott Corporation just bought the property. It was strange to see so many palm trees among the Georgia pines, crepe myrtle, oaks, live oaks and magnolias. Too early for the magnolias to bloom, but the smaller variety called tulip trees in the Pacific Northwest were showing all their pink-and-white goodness.

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Speaking of live oaks, this is the largest and oldest one in Savannah. Live oaks don’t sport anything I would have recognized as an oak leaf, but they never lose all their leaves at once. Instead they just shed a bit all the time, making them a sorta, kinda evergreen. I had grand plans to bring home some of that beautiful Spanish moss until I found out it’s infested with tiny red chiggers.

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Remember Luther in the movie Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil? The angry little guy who carried around the vial of poison and threatened the city’s water supply? Tied live flies to his buttons? This is the diner where he was introduced. The book’s author, John Berendt, ate here a lot while he was researching Savannah and Jim Williams.

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And last but not least, these cool old cop cars in front of the police barracks absolutely begged to be photographed.

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