Whenever I travel to a new city or town, one of the first things I do is look for an evening ghost walk. Wandering the streets in the gathering darkness while listening to tales of restless spirits mingled with local history and legend is a favourite way to get to know a new locale. And so it was in Colonial Williamsburg this summer.
Where, on a humid August night, stories of more than 200 years of ghostly wanderings mingled with the all-too-real aroma of horse manure.
Authentic local flavour.