Sunday, March 15, 2009

Sunday in Savannah

The colors are so much brighter when it's overcast.


An alley. I may have cropped this one too much.


Lovely wrought iron.


I have such a thing for white flowers. So clean and pure amidst the general dirtiness of downtown.


The internet doesn't really do the color and clarity of this picture justice.


There are azaleas everywhere in Savannah right now. Hmmm...spring.



I spent today taking pictures. And going to LateCHURCH, which, today, was really ElementCHURCH masquerading as LateCHURCH. They did an impressive job for not having been the real thing and all.

Later on…

I ate dinner at a little corner bar called Juarez. Food tastes so good when it's cheap. Especially cheap Mexican food.

After dinner, Christa, Stefan (Christa's man), and I ventured down to River Street to observe the pre-St. Patrick's Day crowd. Excuse me while I sound like a tour guide for a moment—Savannah hosts the 2nd largest St. Patrick's Day festival in the country. 400,000 tourists are expected to pass through during the week. Savannah only has a population of 280,000, so all of you math geniuses have probably already figured out that 400,000 is more than all the residents of Savannah put together. Savannah also dyes its fountains green for the festivities.

Needless to say, I have heard much talk of the craziness of St. Paddy's Day in Savannah and am somewhat curious. Down on River Street however, I found the scene to be rather tame this evening. Well, tame compared with the madness that is Mardi Gras. As I have not completely lost my sensibilities and been to Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras, a direct comparison is out of the question. But I'll keep you posted on future St. Patrick's Day developments.

Much fun was had by all as we gorged on Mexican, laughed at the inane things coming out of drunks’ mouths, and sat around outside of Starbuck's practicing our accents. My choices for the evening were southern belle and Australian woman. Christa was Australian man. I think Stefan was British man.

And that is all.

Arielle

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