Even though I am now "home" at 510 and perfectly happy to be here, I have realized that there is a part of me that never fully left Charleston (when I left in 1985.) After this trip, I am convinced it is the most beautiful city in America. Well, okay - I know everybody has a different sense of beauty. Fine. No argument there. If you like mountains, this ain't it. But, I'll let you just take a peek from my final days and see what you think. Both Lee and I had such a great time, we'll be back - and soon.
I'll have a couple more posts on favorite spots in Charleston! I'm not ready to give it up. :-)
|Our cozy little carriage house. Circa 1840.|
|The piazzas of the main house. Excuse me. Isn't this a good idea for wherever you live?|
|The garden on Society Street - tended by my dear friend (with a wee bit of help!)|
|Door to Carriage house.|
|Unity Church cemetery - a perfectly shabby secret garden.|
|Looking into a side garden on King Street.|
|Window boxes in the morning on Tradd Street.|
|One of the large homes on lower King.|
|Beautiful Charleston home - a home that is 2 rooms wide is always impressive here. |
Most were "single" houses - one room wide. This is because the owner was taxed on frontage.
|Joseph Manigault House circa 1803. From entry looking up. Chandelier is not electrified - as original.|
Can you imagine how beautiful to enter this space with candlelight?