Actually, James Taylor is from North Carolina, and I imagine the song was inspired by his Carolina, but I always think of South Carolina – and its Queen City, Charleston – whenever I hear it.
After leaving Beaufort, we wound our way through miles and miles of salt marsh to reach Charleston, where we’ve spent 3 nights at the Charleston City Marina.
Beaufort’s Lady’s Island Bridge, opening for us just after dawn. And lots and lots and lots of marshes.
One of those nights was on its (in)famous Megadock, stretching for nearly ¼ of a mile. It’s a fairly swank location, with all the amenities one might wish for, and then some. Its principal appeal is its location and the courtesy shuttle running all over the peninsula.
Azaleas at the Battery, retaining the last of their blossoms.
We didn’t have a particular agenda in mind for Charleston, as we’ve visited many times before from rented beach house bases on the nearby sea islands. It was more a matter of absorbing the ambience of this supremely lovely and gracious town. Inhaling the rankness of plough mud at low tide as well as the sweet perfume of jasmine. Feeling the warmth of the sun, as well as humidity (all of which is about to change and bring us record low temperatures). Partaking of her splendid local cuisine, inspired by the abundance of her waters and land (meals at 82 Queen, Cypress, and a lovely lunch with our friends Shelley and Peter (Lifesong) at Slightly North of Broad).
The architecture of Charleston is so overwhelmingly gorgeous that I chose to focus on an element of it in many of my photos: the window boxes, decked out in spring flowers.
On the second Sunday of every month, King Street – a main street with lots of shops and restaurants – is closed to car traffic, and it seems all of the town comes out to stroll its length, dressed in smart Sunday afternoon clothes. We joined them, and spent a few bucks on shoes – my feet, which haven’t been in a closed shoe since November, alarmingly fit into a Size 42 (equivalent US size 10!!!), but they were really cute, so ….
Of course, Charleston may be best known for her gorgeous residential district on the southern part of the peninsula, so that’s where I’ll leave this post.
One feature shared by many homes is the side gallery/porch which is referred to as a piazza here. They were designed to catch any and all stray breezes in an era well before the invention of air conditioning.