A few years ago my sister, Mary, and I decided that we would get together at least once each year, select a nice location in which to meet, do a bit of sight-seeing, relax, and enjoy non-stop conversation. This year we chose Charleston, SC.
At the recommendation of one of Mary's friends, we booked a room at the Meeting Street Inn, and it was exactly as advertised, which is to say...perfect for us.
Granted, it's a bit pink, but extremely well located just across the street from the historic Charleston Marketplace, and around the corner from great shopping and the antiques district.
This is my sister, Mary, just after our arrival at the Inn. Whereas we were thrilled with our room and the inn, we were saddened to learn we were thirty minutes late for the afternoon wine event. However, we soon hit the street, and quickly discovered we were close to a number of very nice restaurants.
Charleston is a great city in which to wander, which we did each day. I was particularly taken with the little gated side gardens dotted here and there through the historical areas.
As well as the perfectly decorated doors and/or gates in some neighborhoods.
Of course Charleston is full of old buildings but, should you decide to purchase one, there is apparently no regulatory agency nagging you to apply paint. It's part of the charm.
Charleston is home to an inordinate number of protestant churches apparently because, as a colony, they promoted religious tolerance...as long you were a non-Catholic. This particular church is really quite ornately constructed as you study the details, but so comfortable to look at. I think it was my favorite.
Most Charleston sightseeing is done courtesy of a horse or a pair of mules. But, lest you worry that the streets might be messy because of these equine beasts of burden, rest easy. Charleston has a solution. Each horse or mule has a little bag artfully attached to his or her posterior to catch whatever he or she might accidentally extrude. And, if your horse or mule drank a little too much water before the trip and is short-taken, the driver stops, drops a marker on the wet spot, then quickly texts the office to request a clean-up crew--stat! Very southern charm-ish.
As mentioned before, Charleston is extremely old, and as such, it's in constant need of repair here and there. But as any good farm boy knows, sometimes all it really needs is a little bit of duct tape.
Yes...Duct tape.
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