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| Walking down Meeting St, in Charleston, South Carolina, staring at all the "old money" homes. Unlike anywhere I have been before! Beautifully constructed, private residences. |
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| Reading the historical plaques and marveling at the architecture. |
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| Through seiges, earthquakes and fires the city rebuilt, turnbuckeled and restored the historic homes to their former glory. |
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| With over twenty denominations, standing side by side, this early city was ahead of their time. The Declaration of Rights made no distinction based on race. |
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| Halloween humor! |
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| The dentil details are astounding. |
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| The palazzos hidden behind the large, wooden gates. |
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| Residents could air out their laundry, literally, on the porches to catch the afternoon breeze off the river. |
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| Siestas in your bloomers sipping sweet tea. |
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| Homes as early as 1721, land grants from the King of England 1682. Money moving into the city. |
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| Their acceptance of human drama, the openness of their beliefs is the glue that hold this city together. This was my first impression upon walking Meeting St. to the river's edge. |
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