After being underwhelmed by the ghosts and overtired from running, we tried to plan a relaxing final day in Savannah. We hit brunch at J. Christopher’s. I wish we had taken a picture of the six plates of food that arrived at our table, but we were too hungry to wait for posterity.
From there, we drove around several of the squares. Savannah’s historic district is organized around twenty-four squares, full of monuments, gardens, and various people-attractions. Back at City Market, we booked a horse and carriage tour. The lady who led our horses and tour had more bad jokes than I can enumerate here. All in all though, we learned a little more about Savannah’s history and saw quite a few squares without walking. 
After telling the horses goodbye, we wandered back over to the Davenport house, where we had visited the night before. Unfortunately, our docent on our PAID tour was barely awake, unintelligible, and uninformed. I asked one question about the different functions of the parlors and morning room, and she stumbled and bumbled and barely recovered enough to continue. It was clear that no questions would be answered to any satisfaction. Then she announced that the New England Primer was in Old English. I stared goggle-eyed in disbelief.
Now, I am not the English teacher police. You will rarely hear me correct someone, but when that young lady said the New England Primer was written in Old English, Becky said I started twitching. I restrained myself. Just so you know, Old English was NEVER used in the Americas to our knowledge. Old English is the language of Beowulf—it is a foreign language to us today. Middle English is the language of Chaucer, and Early Modern English is the language of Shakespeare. If the New England Primer was classified as anything other than Early Modern, it might fall in the category of King James English, as many of its selections come directly from the King James translation of the Bible. I don’t expect the average person to know all that; however, if you are charging $8 a person for a historical home tour, and you know you will be passing around certain items from a time period, please do a cursory internet search about the time period. *thank you I will step off my soap box now*
Still twitching a little from the Davenport house, where I was so distracted by Old English to remember to ask the docent about their ghost, we headed across the street to The 17Hundred90 hotel. We nearly had the restaurant to ourselves, as it was only about 3:30 in the afternoon. We ordered some she-crab soup, which was amazing. One of the owners came out and visited, delighting us with stories about their ghosts, including Anna Powers who was killed in room 204 and still haunts it. (There is a super creepy mannequin in the window of that room that you can see from the street.) The owner redeemed the afternoon for us, and we left with overfilled bellies and more stories. 
Savannah is a beautiful Southern city, full of history that its residents take seriously. We enjoyed every minute—well, maybe not the 160 minutes we were running—but really, the rest of the weekend was bliss. Thanks girls for a great trip!