Charleston was one of the first major towns in the American colonies. The historic district is full of well-preserved buildings from the early 19th and 18th Centuries. In fact, it seems every building in that part of town had a plaque attesting to its age and historic significance.
I found Waterfront Park and the Battery to be a little disappointing, though I appreciated looking out from the Battery to Fort Sumter on its island in the harbor. From that spot, crowds had cheered the shelling of the fort and the start of the Civil War, with little idea of the suffering to come. None of the monuments seemed to indicate any second thoughts on the matter – but more on the historic angle in my next post.
What we enjoyed in Charleston was not so much specific sites as simply wandering through the mostly tiny streets. The streets, buildings, and gardens provide many, many views that please the eye. Charleston is a small city with an elegant and intimate feel.
Live oaks apparently make an excellent street tree, and few if any can make a better canopy.
There is plenty of architecture reflecting the wealth that still seems to shape the city’s aura.
Ornamental ironwork is plentiful.
I have to mention that blooms could still be seen here and there. Lots of window boxes and other containers.
Judy started to get weary taking pictures of every blooming flower we saw, so I took some of these with my cell phone.
There were plenty of camelias.
Also lots of Yaupon Holly (Ilex vomitorium), both in the city and growing wild in the countryside. The plentiful berries look good spilling over an old brick wall.
Most Charleston gardens are enclosed, so it’s difficult to get a really good look. However, if you don’t mind sneak peeks you can get a few eyefulls. Formal clipped boxwood seems to be pretty popular.
We also visited the historic cemetery at the Charleston Unitarian Church, which is worth a visit. This is a cemetery that would be really good for a movie about ghosts. From the gravestones you can infer some sad tales about wives and children lost, as well as just how bad things must have been right around the end of the Civil War.
There were also some roses and narcissus blooming.
Now I know I said that I would talk about Savannah in this post, but Judy took upwards of 600 photographs on this trip and it’s just too difficult to winnow them down to the right number for just three posts. So to cover Savannah and a couple of other things, there will be one more post. Until then, cheers.