We stayed at The Francis Marion and every morning I woke up underneath my gold flowered comforter feeling like a little southern belle. While the mom was conferencing, I attempted to cure my latest troubles by exploring the city. I walked down cobblestone streets past 300 yr old homes and crowds of orange skinned fake blondes in their pink dresses. Though seemingly unrelated in other contexts, those two things (history, and rich stupidity) unfortunately meld together to create the city of Charleston. I suppose that is not all Charleston has to offer. There is also delicious food, beautiful, clean beaches, and handsome bell hops.
On the second night that we were there I got in touch with one of my oldest friends, Evan. We had not spoken in nearly five years, but after large portions of the most wonderful sushi and a few martinis with flowers in them, we were right back to where we had left off- drinking heavily and talking about ghosts. I got to meet his girlfriend who is a female version of Evan and also quite great. It was a good night that ended with a lovely cab ride home in which the Palestinian driver gushed about how much he loved America and how "EVERYDAY IS PARTY!!"
Palmettos on the water!
Waterfront Park
Mom and I on the beach
Gazebos are really great, aren't they?
Ah, I feel like I must say more about the buildings: the architecture of Charleston was just stunning. Every building uniquely structured and colored, and many of them had these incredible little gardens tucked past cast iron gates. I should have taken more pictures, but I didn't, so oh well.
If it wasn't so goddamn humid and rich I would love to live here.
My friends and I are planning a trip to Charleston. Did you like where you stayed? Your photos are stunning as usual. Your mother is lovely; I love the photo of you in the water! Your writing style conveys contentment, relaxation. I hope so.
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