Upon arrival in Savannah yesterday we spilled out of the car with our newly-realized Clampett flair, dropping shoes, clothes, stuffed animals and books onto the pavement as we escaped our car cave. It felt SO, so good to stretch our legs after 24 hours on the road. 
The live oaks have shrouds of low-hanging Spanish moss dripping from their branches, creating giant canopies over the streets and parks. It’s such a magical setting, and in previous visits I enjoyed the odd sense of proportion I felt to my surroundings. To the girls of course, they felt like their treasured fairies, flitting here and there. And plenty of flitting we did.
A few minutes into our stroll on River Street and Andy was already working the crowds:
We watched the ships and tugs come and go, listened to live music in Central Market, and tucked into some good TexMex before heading back to the road, one step closer to Chickadee!
