Charleston, South Carolina is an old, old city.
It wears its history like a stage set... elements of glory and antebellum sadness side by side.
It even has its own version of the Leaning Tower... but this one (very, very Southern!) is campanile of a historic church.
And the beauty of the iron work...
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Every doorway, courtyard, balcony and window seems to be edged and enclosed with iron...
Even the graves are edged in fanciness (Charleston is Fancy City, in my opinion!)
It's a little like walking into the set for "Gone with the Wind" or something...
visual poetry at every turn.
Charleston is charmed me thoroughly.
What a lovely city to visit...
with dear friends. Truly it was a beautiful retreat (and a treat!) for a group of artists who needed the joyful reminder to slow down and notice the details.