Oh Savannah, Won't You Cry For Me? Cause I Come From Alabama With A Banjo On My Knee

Here it is again: I recently went to Savannah, Georgia. (No I did not come from Alabama. I have nothing to do with banjos, and have never associated myself with a banjo).

People seem to like tours in Savannah. I am not really a fan of taking tours when I'm on a vacation or trip. I'd rather just see the city for myself.
The person I was with wanted to take a tour, however, so that is exactly what we did.

The tour guide was excellent, and kept throwing in random facts about Savannah. Anyway, the tours seemed very popular.
So, maybe other tourists don't mind being 'touristy.'

I wanted to go, mostly, after having read the book Midnight In The Garden of Good and Evil. Also a movie!
In the book, there is a small part in the beginning where a character named Miss Harty talks about how leisurely, different, and Southern the city is.
The point: I feel honored to have visited this 'leisurely,' unique, and charm-filled city.

The End.
Blessing you, each and every reader.

In a grits and gravy kind of way,
Alice
or, North Dallas Homegirl

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