Good morning. 


14 July 2025
We awoke this morning in Savannah, Georgia, settled into a stately three-story house boasting five bedrooms, four and a half bathrooms, two kitchens, three living rooms, two patios—one perched on the second floor—and a pair of street-facing balconies. It’s charming, though notably lacking an elevator, and our bedroom claims the top floor. I suppose my glutes will thank me later.
Last night, once we’d all arrived, we ventured out like modern hunter-gatherers in search of sustenance. We wandered with the fading light as our only guide, stalking the streets in what felt like aimless pursuit. Eventually, we snared a table for eight at The Emporium, where the fare was both delicious and delightfully fancified. The only trouble was the return: a quiet march through shadowed blocks, trying to relocate our new abode by memory and moonlight.
Food is our common ground, a universal experience.” — James Beard