Red brick, iron grate, a Mad Hatter store full of hats, an artist and his small canvas spattered with impressions of the blue Savannah River, and a descendant of the Gullah people twisting a rose out of seagrass. . . this is what you'll encounter on any given afternoon strolling along Savannah's River Walk. I sat with the man weaving roses for a half hour and listened as he told me the story of his people who lived off of the coast on an island in the Atlantic. They were once slaves, he said, but now they celebrate their cultural heritage with songs, stories, and festivals, and by weaving baskets and roses out of seagrass. "A gift from the gods" he called the seagrass and handed me the rose. This gift cost me a well-deserved $5. If you visit this Old World city, believe me, you will find more than your moneys worth of stories.