I passed on the opportunity to see the ‘most authentic slave cabins in
’ at a plantation and chose to walk around an alligator swamp instead. I suspected the cabins may be authentic for a given time but not typical of the experience of slaves on plantations. The view presented for tourism might have been somewhat rosier! I didn’t expect the swamps to have real alligators unleashed. I had to quickly teach my children to run in zig zags! South Carolina
Charleston may gloss over its past but the real beauty of Charleston was in the present - although I would not have been surprised to see 19th Century southern belles sat on the porches of the numerous pastel coloured and wisteria draped southern houses! The sun shone and the azaleas were in full bloom. The gardens were a surprise – formal walled Italian garden meets English country garden with stunning results. There was a concentration of the most wonderful houses in the downtown historic area.
‘Have you forgotten driving into Charleston last night, about two miles out we locked the doors and hoped the lights didn’t turn red it looked so rough?’ Cheers yet again Darling! I had forgotten. So good of you to remind me! I had filtered out the bad bits already. I’m obviously quite good at doing that! I couldn’t remember what I had done to warrant Mr Grumpy for the evening!
Will I look back on my weekend in
with Rose tinted spectacles? If I can filter out hubby’s reality checks, neck ache from bad hotel pillows and finding out that the world will end on 21st May I think I will be able to chalk it up as one of the best places I have ever been! Charleston