I drink my tea from a rainbow row mug. I have a dish towel with the cooper river bridge on it. She Crab soup is a favorite. I signed my dad up for lowcountry real estate e-mails when I was a freshman in college. He still gets them. The first conversation I had with Chad, my [now] husband, was about honeymooning here. My husband and I honeymooned here. 3 years later. One week ago.
None of these things make me a Charlestonian. Not even a South Carolinian. I’m not. But a girl can love a place, right?
Our first day here, I *surprised* Chad with a private guided walking tour of the city. I don’t think he was quite as excited about it as I was, but he loves history and fun facts about a place, so we both had a great time. Ed Grimball took us on a 3 hour tour of the ENTIRE peninsula. From Ansonborough to the Battery–we covered it all. And yet I still feel like I missed something and long to go back.
Old Oaks. Palmettos. And a church or two.
Epic iron work. A tribute to the father of the secession.
Like I said, a church or two. It is aka the Holy City.
This church survived all of Charleston’s great fires, the 1886 earthquake, the British, the North, and all of the hurricanes. The details are awesome. Check out the pew doors!
Rainbow Row.
Our wonderful tour guide, Mr. Ed Grimball. A true southern gentleman.
