Coming out of Tomas Owen's house, the warm southern sunset lit the square.

"Isn't it nice that the city will clean the front yard for you?" I remember the house guide
comment on the square. She is old and odd, telling me not to carry the camera on the side since it
is easy to bump onto the priceless marble column in the house.

The passion for houses burns in everyone's heart, and can reach the climax when one pays a visit
to Savannah. Only here, you feel like a house is not a living unit. It is the solid building
block, the living cell in the charming neighborhood.


More Savannah pix are here.