A somewhat less touristy day. We took a drive out to the Tybee Island, and the ocean. Which was very nice. Driving thru the marshlands in the Low Country is a lot like driving thru a Jacob Cooley. UNfortunately, when we got out to Tybee, we found out that the lighthouse and museum are closed on Tuesdays. Doh! It was just too damn hot to walk around the beach much, altho we did see some pelicans flying around. But the morning was redeemed by a meal at the Breakfast Club. I'll leave it to Sarah to discuss the burger. I had just a basic eggs, sausage, grits. Classic roadfood and well worth the drive out from Savannah.
This afternoon we walked around a bit more in the historic district of Savannah, saw several more squares, lots of historic buildings, and statues to Oglethorpe, Pulaski, and some 19th century rail baron whose enormous ornate monument is placed right over the grave site of the Native American chief who welcomed Oglethorpe and the settlers to Georgia. And that, I think, sums up the 19th century pretty efficiently. Made it to a nice café just before the hellafied thunderstorm broke.
(more random vacation musing to bore you with tomorrow)
Driving through a Jacob Cooley -- snicker :-)
I liked his stuff better before he made nine million of them.
Before I saw Jacob Cooley, I saw another artist whose name has long escaped left my brain, but whose work was a more distinctive achievement of a similar style. John something? He had a small exhibit at the NC Museum of Art for a while ~1995.