I left a snowstorm and landed in Atlanta to see white in the trees—but it was blossoms. Pear blossoms, dogwoods . . . the pink azaleas. Despite the fact that every Atlantan drives a yellow car this time of year, I still firmly believe there is no place more beautiful than Atlanta in the springtime. If you are lucky enough to go there, plan to be amazed. And don’t plan too much indoors. This is the best time to be in the city!