Savannah Soul

We spent our first morning in Georgia touring the Ruins of Old Sheldon~Prince William's Parish Church. The ruins were built from 1745-55, burned by the British in 1779, rebuilt in 1826, burned again by the Federal Army in 1865.  What stands now is an empty shell of a church, with the ringing of past preaching haunting the air while you walk by scattered gravestones of young parishioners of another time.

After touring the ruins, we headed off to Savannah-a town built on graves of those no longer remembered.  Warm home-made pralines, touristy shoppes, streets lined with Spanish moss, squares complete with statues and fountains every ten blocks, shrimp and grits at the oldest building in Savannah, and "haunted pubs" where we ate creme brulee and eclairs "the size of brains," greeted us with all the charm a southern host could ever have.

Nick chill'n in a Savannah square.

A favorite establishment of George Washington's where we ate shrimp and grits for the very first time. They were absolutely to die for!

We blame the "ghost" for the blurriness.

Our "haunted pub" of sweet delicacies

A Savannah square at night.