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Adieu 2 Tybee


This is the Waving Girl statue along the river in Savannah.   The story goes that Florence Martus became an unofficial greeter of arriving and leaving ships for 41 years.  Legend has it that she didn't miss a single ship in all that time.  It says that she waved a hanky or some other fabric during the day and a lantern by night.  




There are these signs around all of those old stairs along the wharf, but it seems this one has been embellished a bit.




This is the old Cotton Exchange Building.  Built in 1886, at one point this area was known as the "Wall Street of the South."  It all ended with the Boll Weevil, but that's for another day. 



As we all know, presentation may not be everything, but its a lot.  We had the privilege of dining at the 80 E Gastropub in Tybee.  It is one of those places that could be misunderstood as a noveau-frou-frou, but it wasn't the least bit stuffy.  And get a load of that Sausage Chorizo I ordered.  
   


One final pic of the Tybee Lighthouse.  The moon blazes to the right while what you can't see is the bone-chilling cold.  

That's it for the trip to Savannah and Tybee Island.  Thanks Jeff and Carol for being the perfect hosts.   

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