Between Charleston and Jacksonville, we stopped in for a day at Savannah, Georgia. We weren’t sure what to expect, but we found an artsy, progressive city in the process of appropriating its more . . . conservative past.
We spent most of our time in and around Forsyth Park. There, children played in a fountain near what used to be a fort. A gay couple snuggled in a hammock strung between two live oaks. An African American gentleman DJed for the public, throwing in his steel drum skills as he liked, only a few hundred yards from a Confederate memorial statue. Across the street from a Spanish-American War memorial sat a health food store that sources its products from all over the world. Continue reading “Road Trip 2017: Savannah, GA”