Savannah in February

Does any city speak to the sultry, genteel South like Savannah?  Even in February I was awed, again, by this beautiful and vibrant community which manages to be both metropolitan and old-world charming. To me, Savannah feels like going home; like a mother’s arms; like a lover’s embrace; like a home cooked meal for all your senses.

Love, We’re Going Home Now, excerpt, Pablo Neruda (1904 – 1973)

Love, we’re going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.

 

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