The Savannah College of Art and Design is slowly assimilating the town more or less like a giant artsy blob. For every Paris Hilton (and I mean that in the nicest way possible) at Charleston, there is a...hm...there's no celebrity equivalent to the girls at SCAD. Imagine three times the piercings, less fake-bake, and more sullen bangs. Also, no more tiny shorts. Also, a huge hipster contingent - as many fixies as we ever saw in Berkeley, for serious.
We didn't really have a good idea of what there was to see, even though it's a celebrated city. The answer is that the history is both everywhere and subtle. We walked downtown, saw River Street, and took a two hour walking tour, and I ended up with eight pictures that I deemed interesting/pretty enough for Flickr. It's a sleepy little livable city with moss-laden oak-tree-filled squares, graciously quiet streets, and tidy homes.
Except that apparently it's also full of racism and anger and robbery, according to a SCAD grad we just met here in Athens; she said her circle of friends experienced approximately one break-in a month. Gentrification and fierce historical regulations/zoning don't help the situation.
But I loved it, and so does everyone else we talk to down here. It seemed so safe and quiet and peaceful, which is probably true in some parts but may also be a need to project calmitude on my part; this living out of a car/hotel/my old bedroom stuff is stressful. Luckily, there are no jobs there, so we're more or less focusing on Charleston and Athens at this point.
Savannah
When pixelated gap-toothed babies attack
At Steve's brother Justin's house in Athens, which is so much like
Iowa City that it's scary (well, scary for me, exciting for others).
Iowa City that it's scary (well, scary for me, exciting for others).
The devil you know.