It was blustery as we wandered the historic downtown area, taking in the Spanish moss, the squares, the churches, the hundred-year-old homes. In the late afternoon, we ducked into Wright Square Cafe for hot chocolate and cookies before continuing on to Forsyth Park to get some wiggles out before dinner.
We used to turn down our noses at activities that seemed too touristy. But now that we're always on the lookout for family-friendly things to do, I couldn't help making a dinner reservation at The Pirates' House. The restaurant has four things going for it: it’s been around since 1753; it boasts a captivatingly rowdy history packed with pirates, sailors and ghosts; it’s got good food; and the wait staff and patrons put up with Cricket yelling, “Hi! Hi!” to every person who walked into the dining room until she elicited an adequate response from each.
Satisfied by our full bellies and a day of soaking up history, we made our way back to Hilton Head, vowing to return soon to Savannah (especially to see if we could drum up any promised ghost activity at The Pirates’ House).
Above, top left: Independent Presbyterian Church
Above, top right: Iron gate surrounding a gorgeous brick home built in the 1800s
Above, bottom left: Forsyth Park
Above, bottom right: The Pirates' House
Below: A giant bonus shot to demonstrate my obsession with Spanish moss