The Holy City

Our first trip into downtown Charleston was all about the historic architecture, and our first stop was the old market place, which is still filled with local vendor stalls. Many of the stalls were selling traditional Gullah sweet grass baskets. The baskets were gorgeous (unfortunately, you weren't permitted to photograph any of them), but the prices were a bit high. All of the baskets I liked were in the $200+ range.

Avonlea Jane stopped to watch a gentleman making a basket and she told him, "My mommy really likes your baskets, but she doesn't have enough money to buy one." He told her she was a sweet girl and had her go to a basket filled with flower bouquets made out of sweet grass. He then let her pick one out to keep.

Dillon joked that all of my tourism at some point includes a cemetery, and this trip was no exception. The first one we visited was the final resting place of two Declaration of Independence signers.

We spent hours walking up and down the streets of the South of Broad historic district to look at the Charleston-style homes.

Charleston is known as The Holy City because of its high number of churches.

When we stopped at the Old Slave Mart, we met some other tourists from Massachusetts. They told Avonlea Jane how cute they thought she was, and she instantly burst into a rendition of "On the Good Ship Lollypop." What a ham!

Rainbow Row

Ft. Sumter

Will was sacked out from all of the walking. (We did adjust his head and put the hood up after taking this photo.)