The choice to have my bachelorette in Savannah came down to a few factors: a short flight from New York City (Delta operates direct flights out of LGA and JFK), reasonable costs, and sweater weather in February. I also wasn’t interested in bar crawls, nightclubs, or pedal taverns. The prospect of a nighttime tour of a purportedly haunted old mansion after a few martinis felt more on the mark. I should mention that this trip was in early 2019—before there were brides-to-be wearing veils on the riverwalk, before stylish boutique hotels started springing up, before the Starland District became a bona fide foodie mecca.

Like virtually every Savannah-bound traveler, I was drawn to its history and charm—grand homes, cobbled squares, centuries-old oak trees draped with Spanish moss. Back then, t

See Full Page