Savannah

My one request for the trip was a visit to Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. So today we wandered the planned, treed and oh-so-picture perfect squares of Savannah, Georgia. We signed on to a walking tour with born and bred Southerner Cecil. Cecil is unashamedly parochial and has spent his life studying the glories of the South, in particular Savannah. Our fellow walking tourist, Kurt from Chicago, was constantly referred to as 'that Yankee'.
Cecil is also legally blind, so we had to help him down curbs and across the street. Kind of the blind leading the blind when it came to remembering which way to look crossing the road.
Savannah is more English in feel than American (unsurprising since they founded it).
But the road called and we drove the 300 miles from Savannah to Tallahassee after lunch (at a nice wee spot called 1790).
We also deepened our relationship with the satnav. Apart insisting we 'turn left and then turn right' in the middle of a straight highway, she conjured up two hotels that a) were in the middle of Tallahassee's drug dealing neighbourhood, and b) didn't exist. Suggestions for names for such an incompetent yet bossy bitch can be posted here.