The Stay:

I stayed the night in Savannah on our way to St. Augustine.  I always opt for a space that holds a bit of history in it’s walls. (Bonus if it happens to come with a host of ghost stories  & urban legends. )  The Forsyth Park Inn checked all of my boxes and then some.  The stature of the building is captivating, It spans three stories and is hugged by an wraparound porch on the first floor.

I was ready to seek out dinner, but southern hospitality persisted. There was a  spread in the common room, from red and white wines to flaky fresh-baked bread & cheese-  It was a welcome surprise.

Just enough time for Dinner:

From our room, We were able to walk to a the highly recommended The Ordinary Pub in less than 20 minutes. We wrapped up our meal just before the sun set, so the walk  back down Broughton was dreamy (and necessary after the duck tacos I downed.) Even after taking a solid moment to decompress back in our room– my brother and I were able to take a walk around Forsyth Park and peek back to see our parents on the veranda of the inn.  We polished the night off with late night tea in the parlor– reading the provided history of the Inn. As you may have guessed… the night also ended with a oversensitive paranoia for anything and everything that went bump in the night.

An Early Morning:

Savannah is a sleepy city, particularly on a Saturday morning in the summer.  We were set to be served breakfast around 10, so I got an early start & made for the bay by 7.  It was a breath-taking sunny morning, void of that stifling southern humidity.  I swelled with gratitude. Alone time is crucial to my ability to  truly soak in the blessing of a getaway.   I passed by a cafe that peaked my interest, a full bike rack nearby & a street corner bustling with “morning” people.   It was The Collins Quarter.  I pulled up a seat at the espresso bar & started to take in the space.   Marble and mis-matched brickwork framed the room.  I peeked through the menu which is overwhelmingly incredible. I decided on a Madagascar Vanilla Latte & had a chat with the sweet barista. Then if was off for east bay. I can’t resist making a quick trek down to the waterfront, to descend down into the last layer of the city. I snapped a few shots of the main drag before it had time to flood with travelers and locals.

I circled back to The Collins Quarter for an Iced Matcha Latte— all before breakfast at the Inn.  V. Extra, I know… But the barista mentioned that it was made with Harney & Sons Matcha Powder, Ginger, Coconut Oil Honey, Orange & Steamed Milk, so,  I had to experience that.   Make sure to pop in the next time you find yourself in this spirited city.