In Savannah there are many grand and beautiful old homes. I prefer the buildings that have been more haphazardly maintained. Their facades are more likely to divulge a few hints about the adventures and mishaps that may have taken place over the years. In America, I associate this special brand of decrepitude with New Orleans, Charleston and Savannah. Near-tropical humidity and the relentless threat of hurricanes imbues them with character and romance. This is one of the old cotton warehouses that sits on the edge of the Savannah River. The ground floor shops and restaurants offer ice cream, cool drinks and souvenirs. Look closely at the upper floors and you might catch a whisper of the stories still held within.