Savannah

I flew down to Savannah for a wedding weekend. Stayed at the River Street Inn — booked it months in advance, the email confirmation is still buried in my inbox somewhere.

Walked the cobblestone riverfront, wandered the squares, ate too much. The South Carolina/Georgia coast has a particular kind of beauty that doesn't translate in photos — the moss on the live oaks, the way the light moves across the water at dusk. I came back ten years later and it was still the same.