Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Fried chicken for breakfast

If you'd said to me before this holiday that I'd enjoy fried chicken and waffles for breakfast, I would have chortled and walked away shaking my head. 

But actually, this was exactly what was served at the hotel this morning and both Fiona and I thought it was delicious. Thus fortified, we stepped out into the damp Savannah morning to tour some houses, walk into some parks and generally get the feel of the place. 

There's no doubt Savannah has atmosphere in buckets. Gracious houses, anyone?


Or spooky trees?

Our first house was the Mercer House, from the novel Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. I have no photos (not allowed), but safe to say it was elegant, with high ceilings and 'stuff' of all types, as the chap who pulled together the restoration was a 'collector'.  

The tour guide was a little coy about 'the incident' which is the central theme of the book (the murder of a gay man), but the back of the book looks a hoot.

So tomorrow, onto Charleston, more fried food than you can shake a stick at (another English expression to confuse our lovely American friends) and the final bit of our trip.






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