Look, as promised... PALM trees. The real thing. It's been a very long time since I've seen actual palm trees.
Welcome to our suite!
Next month makes it our fifth anniversary. We took an early celebration, by the grace of Leah and Matthew.
Peace and quiet... our first night away from Miles!
Our kitchenette. I have frilly taste in Bed and Breakfasts.
Roses in this lovely person's garden!
ROSES! On March the 6th!! Egad!!
Ooh, and real Spanish moss.
You will be relieved to know that no snakes dropped on our heads this trip.
I just thought this sign was so Deco and classic.
The Roman Catholic church, St. John the Baptist.
This city has more churches per square mile (in the historic section) than any other American city. I think it was like 126 churches in the old city alone. Every imaginable Christian denomination (good luck being Jewish or Muslim here, though).
Trollys! To whisk you away to the Land of Make Believe! or uptown.
This is the inside of the RESTAURANT where Jon and I ate. It's a bar & grill now. They've got so many churches they don't know what to do.
Outside of the restaurant.
St. John Lutheran Church, pastored in the 19th C by John Bachman, a friend of John James Audubon, about whom Jon plans to write at least one length research paper. We might just have to return to Charleston... darn...
Rainbow row. There's a lot of pastel here, which makes it kind of surreal to me. Between that and the palm trees, I felt like I was in some kind of real, lived-in sort of Disneyworld. That's not intended to be a slight at all; it was just so clean, charming, tropical, frilly, and ...unreal.
This is the only Huguenot church/congregation in the country.
This is Victory the horse. I got to pet him for free :-)
It was a tacky souvenir shop, but I had to at least go in. One has to.
Look, a whole section of the city is still cobblestone! That would be the 18th century section.
This was the only part of the city where we could find any hint of Charleston's slave days. I think they felt obliged to make a museum, but no one really wants to talk about the slave trade in Charleston. I'm not sure if they think we're going to hold the current residents of the city responsible or something, but there's a bit of defensiveness there.
Waterfront Park, just a few blocks from our B&B. We didn't drive this whole trip.
Famous Pineapple Fountain. Children are allowed to play in it, though on March the 7th, it was still not a very enticing prospect.
5 years! (nearly). Go us!!!
This is our daylight return to the spot where, the evening before, we watched a gorgeous city sleep under a skyful of stars and a crescent moon. We couldn't believe our luck.
Our spot. Wanted to bottle the ocean air!
Here are some of the formidable Live Oaks. Their leaves look like no oaks I've ever seen before, they grow out, and they live to be hundreds and hundreds of years old. Their roots also resurface obligingly all over Charleston, so watch your step WHEN you go. Because if you can, you really should.
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