I joined Kevin a few weeks ago on a business trip he had down in one of my most favorite cities in the US... Charleston, SC. We're fortunate that Charleston is an easy and quick trip from Charlotte, so I rode down with my friend Kacie (who works with Kevin - and her beau is living down there for work right now).
It was a relatively low-key trip... we ate, we walked around downtown, we shopped. Its just one of those places that I never get tired of!
We stayed at the Mills House Hotel right on Meeting Street. Apparently General Lee was here during one of the city's "Great Fires" (they've had 5, I believe) and - not wanting his hotel burnt down - suggested hanging wool blankets out of the windows on the wood casings to prevent the fire from encompassing the building. Lee's men followed his orders, the building was saved, and the city called Lee a hero!
One of the guys from Kevin's company who lives in Charleston, our friend Bob, had rented a deep sea fishing boat on Saturday morning. Being that I get nauseous just putting a toothbrush in my mouth in the mornings, I figured deep sea fishing was NOT for me! So I went out to explore the city by myself and ended up on one of those horse and carriage rides with 11 strangers... where I learned a lot of random factoids about the city.
Above is the Miles Brewton House - and the iron spikes on the fence are called "chevaux de frise". Rumored to be invented by Napoleon (which I couldn't find proof of), he used it to keep horses from jumping over fences. In Antebellum Charleston, it was used to protect homes from revolting slaves.
The black bolts on the brick building above are earthquake bolts. Since Charleston lies on an active fault line, bolts were installed on many homes after the Charleston Earthquake of 1886. The bolts connect to the supporting frame of the house and can be tightened or loosened for stability. The more interesting thing is that "faux bolts" can be purchased for the outside of newer structures to create a more genuinely historical appearance.
King Street (above). Truly historic homes with beautiful gardens and welcoming front porches. I imagine neighbors share a pitcher of mint juleps here on the weekends and gossip about the bridge club that meets on Wednesday night. I would move to Charleston just to be in this area - it was absolutely beautiful.
After my carriage tour was over, I walked up and down Market Street for a bit and did some shopping. I found a few goodies in the open air market, stopped at a local deli for lunch, found a black and white golf print for Kevin's new "man room", and then - Oh Happiness! - stumbled upon this store:
YES - a store full of nothing but pirate stuff! AND - even better - they offer a tour that centers around pirate lore as it relates to Charleston. Mental note for next time we're there. I wanted a picture WITH the pirate, but couldn't bring myself to ask a stranger... anymore than I could bring myself to stand on a busy street and take a self-portrait next to a wooden statue. Next time.
My last stop on my excursion was back up King Street right behind our hotel. It's mostly lined with expensive boutiques, but I came across a Ralph Lauren store that was having a HUGE sale for tax-free weekend and wanted to pick out something for Kevin. Thanks to the wonderful customer service of one of their sales people, I came back with this: (minus the green sweater - only the pants)
He loved it. And imagine how excited I was to say to the sales guy "I know this is a crazy request, but is there any chance you have a belt with lobsters on it?" and have him reply "Actually, yes, we do... and it's on sale!" Amazing.
And Kevin had good luck that afternoon, too, on his excursion. Check out the loot behind him.