Last week I returned from Savannah, Georgia, accompanied by my dear friend P.M Gower.
Disturbing isn’t he? I meant to blog about this trip earlier but I find myself helpless to do anything but sleep these past few days. Perhaps I’m recovering from the week long stint of drinking, dining and revelry. Honestly, I always go through a bit of withdrawal after leaving the South and all it’s charm.
The first point of interest I should discuss is the fact that the sequel to The Spongebob Squarepants movie is being filmed here at present.
Roads are being blocked,
meanwhile men dressed in pirate costumes walk the streets, and Antonio Banderas was seen sailing a pirate ship through Savannah River. Sadly, I was unable to photograph such splendour.
I have however, photographed quite a few of the sites to be seen around town. We’re currently staying in The Ballastone Inn, one of Savannah Georgia’s historic bed and breakfasts.
(The bulge in my pocket, is of course my trust iphone.) The Ballastone was built in 1838. Like much of the city of Savannah it maintains it’s Antebellum charm. The city was spared the savage burning doled out to so many others in the south by Sherman’s “March To The Sea” in 1864. It was Sherman’s belief that the Civil War could only be brought to an end by completely crippling the Confederate army, and thus a scorched earth policy was implemented, laying waste to resources such as crops, shelter, livestock and supplies that might be used. Savannah was spared, in fact so charming was the city that Sherman would later present it as a Christmas gift to Abraham Lincoln, declaring it through a telegraph which read;
“I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the City of Savannah, with one hundred and fifty guns and plenty of ammunition, also about twenty-five thousand bales of cotton.”
It is for this reason that Savannah is absolutely littered with historical treasures, The Ballastone Inn being among them. The Ballastone itself has an interesting history, having served as everything from a bordello to a prohibition era speak easy. Some say it is haunted by the original owner’s wife, Sarah Anderson. Sadly, Sarah has never shown herself to me, but I am admittedly a a rather imposing figure.
Today, it is an elegant bed and breakfast, and my home away from home.
We checked into Scarlet’s Retreat, one of 16 beautiful rooms at the Ballastone. It’s one of two rooms equipped with a functional fireplace.
Each one is decorated in a unique style. You are invited to walk in and explore any room that is vacant, and the doors are left wide open for you to do so.
Scarlet’s retreat is an excellent place to sit back and let the cares of the world wash away.
My traveling companion enjoys the lavish adorned couch.
A soaking tub with hydrojets proved to be one of my favorite additions (I have spared you any shots of the tub while I was inside it, you’re welcome.)
Small touches like this candlestick phone, sometimes called a “Ghandi phone” help guests to forget the troubles of the modern world and get lost in the fantasy of Savannah.
The Ballastone features an in house chef, and a complimentary breakfast every morning, where you can socialize with fellow travelers. Somehow, people are just friendlier in the South, and the attitude fast begins to rub off on those who visit. We frequently took advantage of the warm Southern climate and dined outside in the courtyard.
The Ballastone offers it’s guests a casual tea in the afternoon.
Guests can enjoy a steaming cup with finger sandwiches, biscuits and cakes.
It was a welcome bit of respite, if I do say so myself.
Then at 8 in the evening, the Ballastone offers hor d’oeuvres and drinks in the parlor.
And what a lovely parlor it is!
Afterwards, guests usually disperse to one of the many fine dining establishments throughout the city, and decanters of port and sherry are put out, awaiting them when they return.
I have much more to share with you about Savannah, GA and all it’s hidden delights, but I’ll save those for further entries.