Like a stop-motion film projected on the windows of our car, trees sprouted leaves, unfurling as the miles flew by, as we penetrated deeper into the South. The GPS faithfully our guide. Carefully picking our path through the worst neighborhoods, as it had before in DC. But landing us safely in Savannah's Historic District--one of the largest National Historic Landmark Districts in the US. The buildings are old. :o) Spanish moss hangs from the trees. Small shops, cafes, galleries line the grid of cobblestone streets.
Tomorrow we'll post some more pictures.
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