There was no telling where we were headed. Not until the moment we left. We had confirmed with two hosts, one in Atlanta and one in Savannah, and had even made tentative plans for the stretches of road between there and Detroit. But it really wasn't until she handed me a new copy of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil that I knew for sure where I was headed.
After all, it had just been a week before that I had planned to go to New Orleans.
It would be stretching things to say that I had left New York and come to Savannah as a result of eating a paillard of call served on a bed of wilted radicchio. But there is a connection.
We spent a lot more time in the car than I expected to, but the stops we made were worth it. (Except for Kentucky, where they refused to feed us. Three times. Long story.) So it was around noon on the second day when we arrived in Atlanta. With a little help from our hosts, we found a coffee shop/dog park/biergarten near Little Five Points.