The south. this image immediately takes me there. A weeping tree in the front yard (possibly a willow?), tea brewing on the porch in the sun, and the sound of momma hollering that supper was ready. Mmmmmm, I can taste that southern cooking already.
From Charleston to the bayou of Mississippi, the white castles of the members of the elite planter class are ablaze during summer evenings as ladies in pastel brightly colored skirts sashay around the verandahs and breezeways tucked under the arm of dapper beaus of all ages in this pretty world of cotton and wealth.