Charleston, SC-Savannah, GA 10/20 110 driving miles; 9.9 walking miles

Amazingly enough, Debbie packed Ed's stuff, my stuff, Judy's stuff, her own stuff, a couple stray plastic bags full of stuff, and the little styrofoam cooler Ed and I have been packing around all in the trunk of the Ford Fusion. I've become a believer. After a couple of pharnecutical stops, we arrived in Savannah without incident in the early afternoon. We immediately headed on a forced march of 2.2 miles to the Starland Cafe, the highest rated lunch spot in town. No disappointments. A nice stretch of the legs took us through well kept "period" neighborhoods where we occasionally did a little ducking under the Spanish moss, along with quite a bit of gawking at the brick-a-brack curly cues adorning the porches and gables of the stately homes. Lunch was exotic thin gruel, as usual, and the girls at the cafe directed us to a better street for our walk back. It was early on the walk back that Judy ducked into a cute little clothes shop. Debbie bought something, and I chatted up, Rylie, the sales girl and "best" human of the day. She is a senior at SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design). She hopes to get into the creative side of  fashion design where, for example, she would direct from pre-production to post-production a photo shoot advertising, say Louie Vitton purses. I don't doubt she'll be successful, especially if her work ethic has anything to do with it. She said at 23 she's a little late to the game so she's working full time, taking a full load, and also doing an internship. I don't know how she had time to be so sweet, but she was delightful. She even gave us three or four suggestions for places to eat. The future is in good hands with kids like her ready to take charge. Our walk back took us through Forsyth Park and through four or five of the "squares" Savannah is known for. A visionary philanthropist named James Oglethorpe designed the city as a grid much like a large formal garden. Each square is a green space with well cared for plants, trees, benches, and a central monument dedicated to a local hero. Each square is bordered either by palatial homes or magnificent churches. It makes for s pleasant stroll. Naturally, the troops were winded as wheesy pump organs after our initial orientation, but maybe some sort of renewel will occur as twilight twinkles its way up the Savannah river (It's the enticement of Leopold's Ice Cream Shop, I'm sure, and it was). As you can imagine, life is good, especially today.  

 Selfie of the day: A rest stop at a country store along Hwy 17.

Art shot of the day: Melon Bench.

Goat Cheese Bomb (Ed's thin gruel).

Salad and Chicken Panini special, the thin gruel Judy and I shared. I some how  missed Debbie's sandwhich.

Rylie (How cute is she?).

An example of the brick-a-brack.

The walk through Forsyth Park.

The Central Fountain.

I'm not sure about the truth in advertising, but clearly she did not stop for death.