Shedding our shoes for sandals in the 27-degree heat, we made our way to the market, traipsing past old trains and through one of the city’s historic cemeteries. Again, the web-like gauze of moss added mystique as we ambled past sepia-tinted tombstones, their faces hauntingly blank. By contrast, hundreds of people had carved their names into the leaves of an enormous cactus standing sentry by the wrought-iron gate that guided us back to the world of the living.
Must be a fun spot at Halloween.
Nearby, students from the South Carolina College of Art & Design bustled about with fancy leather portfolios. We passed City Hall, the old Cotton Exchange and many other buildings that hold their own place in history books. While you could taste the humidity on the tip of your tongue, it wasn’t overly sticky. Our highlight in Savannah was a nice lunch at Belford’s in the market, where we sat on the patio watching passersby, delighting in southern-style chicken salad, shrimp with applewood-smoked bacon, collared greens and grit cakes.
While renowned for its beauty, charm and hospitality, however, I still found Charleston to be prettier.
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