The Holy City

This past Labor Day long weekend I visited the town of Charleston,  in South Carolina with my friend Lanie.  Charleston is called the Holy City - perhaps by virtue of the prominence of churches on the low-rise cityscape, perhaps because its devotees hold it so dear, and perhaps for the fact that Carolina was amongst the few original colonies to provide toleration for all Protestant religions, though it was not open to Roman Catholics.  For me, that peaceful feeling I felt while walking down the small one direction streets with their old mansions and beautiful gardens provided me with enough reason for the name. We lived in the most beautiful old English-style bed and breakfast and were lucky enough to get an upgrade to the beautiful Palmetto Suite.  The people of Charleston made us experience the Southern Hospitality right from the start with an amazing breakfast every morning and wine on the house from 4pm until 5pm every day.  And let me tell you - the restaurant food is not short of anything that you can get in New York City.  I was thoroughly impressed.

As you will see from the photos below, our time consisted mostly of just walking around while having a coffee here and a glass of wine there.  For me the perfect weekend to get out of the City.  As always I will let the pictures tell the story.

Charleston stole a little bit of my heart.