On The Way To Savannah…
…we met Marty
…who lived across the street in this house:
which was built in:
He said there isn`t a straight door frame,window sash,pane of glass or floorboard in the place.
I was shocked.
As I recovered my composure,he proceeded to tell us that the Nina and the Pinta happened to be in town,so off we went.
And there they were.
In the same breath,(rumor has it he played the bagpipes) he told us to stop by The Rice Paddy
for some of these
Most excellent fare for a weary traveller.
However our dinner in Savannah at the Sapphire Grill blew everything out of the water.
More on that later.