The time between dusk and dawn; when trees drip moisture and the bugs sing in the trees! Trees are hung with vines and Spanish moss. Shadows are deep and dappled under a summer skylight. Quiet rules.
Savannah is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Its people are kind, a little kinky, and compassionate. At night the rustling of leaves mimics the rustling of cool sheets in dreamy bedrooms. Not a party town per se, like New Orleans. But a town of partiers, more like Amsterdam or Stockholm. The town rests in fits and starts, and sleeps on the margins. Each room is a caress in itself. Each house gives a different feeling of complicity. You are not sleeping alone in this town -- even when you are alone.
Savannah is ....... mystery, and story, and a kind of poetic fog. It is words that are not often used: "tontine,""murmuring,""liaison,""erotique,""slow ride." Savannah gives hope to the disjointed and alone -- and caresses the souls of the deep thinkers who also feel almost as deeply.
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