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By day 6 or 7, after terrors in the form of alligators and air-rides of various sorts, together with my slow-to-heal wound, we were ready for something different. So we retreated up state and over the border into Georgia. It's a sad fact that many things in the South are historically troubling and presently discomforting.  Even Savannah -- a beautiful, quiet, gentle town -- has its scars, and the warm brick of the cotton exchange building still intimates past cruelties. But it was very kind to us and we felt restored after 2 days wandering the streets, admiring the brightly coloured street furniture, eating great salads and shrimps in the restaurants and bars. Lying in the half sun/half shade of a park bench, listening to the poop of the paddle steamer was bliss.

* the first picture here was taken by the doglet's co-owner, from a helicopter.