After the car fiasco, we were so ready for dinner. We had passed the Pirate House on our tour (see, it wasn’t all bad) and Jaime had read about it in a book. The Pirate House is storied to be the inspiration for Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island. We couldn’t pass up that opportunity. It was a pretty busy, so we had some time to take a few pictures outdoors.
Then we waited inside and saw the resident pirate tell people pirate jokes (Where do pirates get their coffee? StARRRbucks.) and take customers on a tour. Later, we also heard her sing a fairly impressive operatic version of Happy Birthday to another diner. Dinner was pretty great, too. Ribs, a baked potato, and some onion rings.
Then we went for a walk along the river just as the sun was setting and the light was getting tricky. Jaime saw our lunch waiter and he waved hello. For some reason, I really liked that. Savannah is the type of town where you run into your waiter and he remembers you. Savannah had seemed kind of lonely until we got to the riverwalk. Apparently that’s where all the people are. Including this dancing man.
Awesome. And there were a few other familiar characters peeking out of windows, too.
I really liked the riverwalk, if you can’t tell. I loved the old warehouses and the cobblestone streets and the people and the water and the just hanging out.