Unfortunately I didn’t take many pictures as Jessie and I wandered around Charleston. I’m not happy with myself about it, but I guess I was just wrapped up in breathing in the sea breeze, strolling the sidewalks and taking in the sights.
We had lunch at Poogan’s Porch, a converted Charleston home painted cheerful yellow with a shady front porch named for the dog that used to reside there.
After lunch we made a shopping list of houses we wish to own one day. And once we woke up from our daydreams, we saw mostly churches and cemeteries. Charleston is apparently called the Holy City because there are so many churches.
The picture above is the Circular Church which was built in 1804 by the same architect who designed the Washington Monument, a fun fact we learned on our romantic horse-drawn carriage ride through the city.
Yes, Jessie and I took a carriage ride together. And it was fantastic.
For me, one of the best things about Charleston — right up there with its Southern charm and food — is the history of the place. Especially the Civil War history, so of course I had to pay a visit to Ft. Sumter where it all began 150 years ago (almost to the day!).
Jessie’s Uncle Frank was as enthusiastic as I was (thankfully) and kept asking “Are we going to do history today or what?!” I got on his bandwagon pretty quickly. We rallied the troops and hopped the ferry, where most of us napped in the sun rather than taking in the views.
We had an hour to wander around the fort in what might have been the most severe wind I’ve experienced since leaving Blacksburg. It actually made me miss Blacksburg while also making me slightly wary of my trip to Chicago next weekend.
Jessie enjoyed the artillery.
I enjoyed the view of Charleston from the top of the fort…
…When I wasn’t being overwhelmed by the wind. (photo credit to Jessie!)
Inside the museum, I found a picture of the namesake of Ft. Sumter, General Thomas Sumter.
I believe him to be cross-eyed.
After talking about it for the past four or so years, Jessie and I finally made the nine-hour drive down to Charleston, South Carolina, to visit her Aunt Stacey. The occasion — Aunt Stacey’s 40th birthday. The cast of characters — Jessie’s mom, aunt and uncle, cousin, and Aunt Stacey’s irresistible little shih tzu Noah.
It was a popular weekend to be in Charleston. There was a 10k which 44,000 people participated in Saturday morning and a festival or two going on, so there was no shortage of tourists in the city. I like to think this is why I didn’t take many pictures during the weekend.
But I did take my camera out when Jessie let me stop at South of the Border on the way down. It helped that Jessie’s mom, Aunt Missy and Uncle Frank had stopped at “the restaurant under the sombrero,” on their drive down from Pennsylvania. When we pulled up to a restaurant under a sombrero and we didn’t know anyone inside, Jessie called her mom exclaiming “there are 10,000 sombreros!” …or something to that effect. It was comical in the moment, and we eventually found them near the giant junk store where I found…
Shot glasses a-plenty.
A sombrero for Jessie and a fly swatter for Troy.
And a giant purple gorilla, of course.
I didn’t buy any fireworks or any of the other things Pedro advertises on his plethora of billboards on I-95. And though it did remind me a little of an abandoned circus in a pretty creepy way, I always love a stop at South of the Border.
We saw what we came to see, filled up on gas and continued on our way through South Carolina.
And pictures of that I will save for another day because it is late and I have not gotten through them all yet.