This morning we headed over to Forsythe Park to walk around and get a better idea of what is included in the park. There is of course a monument in the middle of the park like there is in every park no matter how small in the city. Actually the parks are what make it feel like you are in a neighborhood instead of in the middle of the city. Forsythe Park also has a lovely water fountain and a fragrance garden that unfortunately was not in bloom at the time we were there. The park also includes several play areas for children that include the pre-requisite swings, monkey bars, and slides. The play area we saw was designated for children between the ages of 5 and 12. Morgan in her infinite wisdom decided that she could go down the slide because she is the size of a 12 year old. (yes, she came up with this logic not me) I got a lovely picture of this activity.
After the park we went to see the Isaiah Davenport House, which was the first house to be restored in Savannah. While the house was small it was also the most informational tour we had been on. The tour guide Pat was a northern lady (no southerners for us) who was knowledgeable not only about the history of the house but also the details of the furniture, wall paper, and flooring.
Before hitting the road we stopped at Leopold’s for ice cream. This ice cream shoppe (because if it’s old fashioned you have to add the extra letters) is famous for it’s ice cream. Boring as it may be I went for the tried and true chocolate milkshake. The server made too much so I got a little plastic cup to hold the extra. I did try however, a little taste of the rose petal cream ice cream. It was really good and tasted like how roses smell. Which is a weird description but true. Of course when I said this to the server dude he just laughed at me.
After several hours in the car (with no scenic detours) we arrived in the city of Atlanta. We were going to go to Stone Mountain Park before we went into town , however, it turns out that the mountain closes at 5 pm and we were way too late.
Here we were staying in the uber-chic boutique hotel called Hotel Indigo. Everything is pretty much blue and white. There was a picture of blueberries that was blown up and acted as wallpaper on our walls. With all this luxury the bathroom was the size of a port-o-potty with a little add on for the shower. I literally almost clocked myself on the sink after trying to stand up from the toilet. I really have a hard time imagining a man using the facilities in this room unless he stood in the shower to pee.
We went out to dinner at a little family owned Italian restaurant called Bambinelli’s which was a little out of town and the adventure was getting there. As the highways are 12 lanes and they come together and separate at will. You can imagine that the tourists like us have some difficulty. It doesn’t help that people in Atlanta drive like crazy people. The food at Bambinelli's was excellent. We partook in homemade garlic bread, chicken parmesan, and chicken alfredo. We then went back to the hotel for some well needed rest (without going on the scary highways).
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