Saturday, January 23, 2010

Charleston

I found my second love, it's Charleston!

If I had to pick any city to move to after our journey the past two weeks this would be it. The people, architecture, walkability, food, abundance of design stores, and Southern charm were intoxicating.

Our drive from Charlotte was rainy so we decided to spend the first day in Charleston indoors, at least sort of, since Charleston is best experienced outdoors there isn't much actually indoors. Billy and I went to Patriots Point Naval Museum where we toured the retired USS Yorktown naval carrier and USS Clamagore, a submarine. The Yorktown was decommissioned in 1970 and and the Clamagore in 1975. Overall it was a so-so visit but the Yorktown didn't have many description cards when touring to know what we were looking at. A more enjoyable trip would have been to see an active naval carrier, but it worked for a rainy afternoon.



Captain Billy!

The sailors slept with their torpedoes. Talk about 1st class living.

The submarine hallways were one man wide.


It was a bit windy.

After visiting the naval ships we ate dinner at Sticky Fingers a local BBQ chain in Charleston. They had Memphis and Virginia style BBQ which Billy enjoyed. I thought the green beans were salty but being my mother's daughter, anything is salty if it contains salt. Even though the BBQ was great Billy said the chicken wings were the best.

The next day we toured Charleston without rain.

First thing was first in my book, and that was a visit to a local quilt shop. I made a small contribution to the local economy.


After the quilt store we walked the town from King Street to Rainbow Row and back. We stopped in a few shops, had great salads for lunch, and chatted up lots of locals. Along the way we feel in love with Charleston.
Rainbow Row





Our day concluded with a drive around the Citadel. During our visit to Annapolis we visited the Navel Academy where I found the scenery and location warm but the Citadel was cold and institutional.



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