The Streets of Savannah

Ruffled blouse, French Connection. Black skinny jeans, American Eagle. Tan tote bag, Baggu. Studded flats, Go Fish missionary store. Vintage leather belt. 

     I feel most like myself in a pair of black pants. I'd like to think that makes me more classic than boring despite the minimalist nature of my black skinny jeans. In the same way that people identify with a sequined blazer or a girly dress, I could base outfits off of these pants for days. 
     Another reason why I felt right at home in this outfit is because all of the pictures were taken right outside our hotel in Savannah. The city resonates with me so much that I hardly need my iPhone to navigate. I remember or feel instinctively which way to go when I'm hunting a shop or restaurant down.  The experience of stopping by "my" city was great, even if it was only for a weekend. I went to all of my favorite places from my previous visits and found some new places that I'll surely visit again. 
     I could never really capture the magic that Savannah holds for me, but I took some pictures nonetheless.