Sunny skies through the courtyard canopy, soft jazz, quiet chatter from other guests--another breakfast at The Marshall House in Savannah.
A brief physical inventory lets me know that all my assorted parts feel pretty good. My skin has gotten smoother in the soft subtropical air. My legs and knees feel back to their normal level of discontent after yesterday's quarter marathon (6.53 miles). My feet, however, are sore.
Yesterday we ambled around Savannah. Strolling would imply both too much speed and too much purpose.
We ambled the length of River Street. As we moseyed along we stopped in two candy shops to do a praline tasting. One was too sweet and the other was really really too sweet. Goldilocks was not with us; neither was "just right". We looked at, but did not buy souvenirs. Eventually we ambled to the ferry landing and rode a full circuit. The ferries are free in Savannah. The boat was a lovely restored wooden craft with bead board walls painted white, dark wood accents, polished brass lamps and a very noisy engine. Her name is The Juliet Gordon Low. As a former Girl Scout, I liked that. After the ferry ride, we headed up the stone streets to Bay Street and beyond.
Our stops included lunch at Goose Feathers: an enormous croissant with chicken, mushrooms and cheese. Tasty, but so large Kelly and I could have shared one, rather than buying one for each of us.
The Salt Store was almost next door, so we wandered in and tasted flavored salts and sugars. I found and bought some ras el hanout--Moroccan food will be on the menu when I'm home.
We stopped by the Kobo Gallery and several other small art galleries. I think Kobo was my favorite. Loved the jewelry and the show of photo transfer images on old embossed metal ceiling tiles.
We stopped at another spice shop where I bought vinegar powder and rosebuds. You have to grab these odd items from the back-of-the-brain shopping list when you finally find them. Said the owner, "I surely hope you don't plan to use them together."
We dropped our purchases off at the hotel and strolled (no purpose, but a bit more speed) through the residential areas.
Savannah has interesting aromas. In the areas where the carriages operate, it smells of horses. Although, some might find it offensive, I've never minded the smell of horse; it reminds me of summer camp. In the residential areas there is an elusive fragrance. It isn't quite pine, or not pine alone. Pine with a hint of lime with a smidge of wintergreen or rootbeer? I can't identify it exactly. And, it is very faint, but when I smell it I absolutely adore it.
Last night Kelly and I couldn't decide where to go for dinner. It had to be close since we had walked all of our walking parts to the point of agony. The Marshall House desk staff gave us lots of ideas, and printed up menus for us, while pleasantly "ladying" us. The staff there is very nice. Dinner ended up being a salad from Panera and a double Jim Beam to go from the hotel bar. We ate in our room. Bed felt so good.
I was awake at 5:30 this morning. I'm still in the courtyard, drinking coffee, listening to jazz.
After breakfast we are headed to Beaufort then on to Charleston. I've never been to either place so I'm happy to be headed there. My feet are ecstatic. They get a rest today.
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