Any excuse to go to Charleston is a good one, I figure. It’s one of my favorite places to go—I’ve been there maybe 5 times now, but I don’t think I could ever get sick of walking down Meeting Street, twisting my ankles on the cobblestones of Chalmers St., and tourist-dodging on the Battery. The food is good, the history is good. I’m happy whenever I go there.
This time around we were in town to go to our friends’ wedding in nearby Mount Pleasant. It was held in the historic district at an old tavern/inn that I would have taken photos of if I weren’t so nervous–weddings/big social occasions usually bring out the socially awkward worst in me. But this one was beautiful—the ceremony took place outside in a courtyard, and afterwards we went upstairs and had a great meal and got to meet a lot of great people.
We stayed in downtown Charleston, in the bottom level of the John Robinson Cookhouse, which I found after doing a lot of VRBO-ing. It’s actually the kitchen building of a great big Charleston home, dating back to the early 1800s, and the sister home of the more famous Aiken-Rhett House, which, for a while, had served as General Beauregard’s Civil War headquarters. I know that because our room had a Charleston tour guide training manual in it, and I read it almost all the way through. So for the rest of the trip I was annoyingly throwing out facts about 18th century churches and Civil War-related anything and Porgy and Bess streets.
Photos by Drew