On our way back from my sister's house, further south, we stopped outside Savannah for the night. Even a quick trip into the old city stirs our souls as we sink into some rich history for an hour or two.
We always love a walk on the old cobblestone streets along the river front. Three hundred years ago it was a busy seaport in the New World. I could imagine how women would wait for the ships to come in, hoping they'd be carrying treasures of tea, spices, and household goods from their homeland ...
... maybe rushing down to the port just to see all the action of the ship arriving.
There aren't many places we find in our "new" country where buildings are so old.
It was a perfect spring evening. We enjoyed even our brief visit, remembering times we'd been there in the past ... a bit of our own history joined together with Savannah's.