A Weekend in Charleston
Didn't know the South had such a jewel in its crown.
Charleston was beautiful. Green, warm, full of good people. Southern Hospitality at its best.
The hotel was at a great price, the company was fantastic, the Tenacious D was played loud and so was the Outkast. A little Drive-by Truckers also played to sooth the southern soul. From the handspring contests in the rooms (caught forever on tape for posterity) to the gentle strolls down King Street to the rapid running from one awning to the next while the rain poured down, almost every waking minute was interesting if not just plain fun.
Fort Sumter reminded us all that we have this nation at a price. Market street reminded us that a good meal also has a price, but that price can usually be paid with a credit card. And the Edmundston-Alston house reminded us that some views of the sea (noticeably the second floor drawing room view) cannot be bought at any price.
I hope to go back some day. I hope to enjoy the clean sea air, the wonderful hospitality and the easy-going lifestyle. What we saw was of course just the tourist veneer, but for the weekend that's all I wanted. I've lived in foreign parts and dipped deep into their reservoirs of life, culture, problems and pain. Perhaps it will one day be my honor to do the same in Charleston. But for now, I will remember it for the fair few days I spent there and look back upon it with great fondness.
Charleston was beautiful. Green, warm, full of good people. Southern Hospitality at its best.
The hotel was at a great price, the company was fantastic, the Tenacious D was played loud and so was the Outkast. A little Drive-by Truckers also played to sooth the southern soul. From the handspring contests in the rooms (caught forever on tape for posterity) to the gentle strolls down King Street to the rapid running from one awning to the next while the rain poured down, almost every waking minute was interesting if not just plain fun.
Fort Sumter reminded us all that we have this nation at a price. Market street reminded us that a good meal also has a price, but that price can usually be paid with a credit card. And the Edmundston-Alston house reminded us that some views of the sea (noticeably the second floor drawing room view) cannot be bought at any price.
I hope to go back some day. I hope to enjoy the clean sea air, the wonderful hospitality and the easy-going lifestyle. What we saw was of course just the tourist veneer, but for the weekend that's all I wanted. I've lived in foreign parts and dipped deep into their reservoirs of life, culture, problems and pain. Perhaps it will one day be my honor to do the same in Charleston. But for now, I will remember it for the fair few days I spent there and look back upon it with great fondness.
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