Technically, we spent Saturday in the town of Fairhope, a charming little community founded in 1894 with a fair hope of success. It was the perfect place to whittle away an afternoon. We walked the streets downtown, exploring the stores, restaurants, and the museum at City Hall.
Evening fell, and we made our way to downtown Mobile, where we were treated to homemade peanut butter cups at an old soda shop and then saw a film at the Crescent Theater. I had the good fortune of sitting next to a regular there- an old gentleman who indulged to me all the secrets of why this independently-owned theater was superior to all of those mega-movie places popular today. He had me convinced.
The day ended with frantic trip to Waffle House (in all of the excitement, we had somehow skipped dinner and were positively famished by the time the movie got out) and then SB and I crashed in our beds, exhausted but happy with one beautiful day behind us and another one to come.
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