This is an unabashed plug for the Old South Carriage company, with the red sashes.
I asked the chatty carriage driver if he had to take a test of his knowledge of Charleston.
"Yes, m'am. Two hundred questions out of two hundred, right!"
It was a grand tour.
This woman filled the carriages with passengers.
This friendly equine rested his head on my shoulder as I stood in line for the loo. The lav. You know.
Our hundred percent driver. Over his shoulder, the route assigner. There are five carriage routes, dispensed in order, to the next carriage company that sets out.
From here on in I know little.
An important old church.
Wrought iron work. Brick patio.
Church, cemetery, wrought iron, red umbrella in the cooling drizzle.
Arches and doors.
Wrought iron swords. Pretty cool house light, too.
Newly relaid driveway.
More wrought iron.
At last, a red door with the wrought iron.
Everywhere, the brick is covered by a plaster veneer.
A tiny house. Street number is something like 100 1/4. I think it was a summer kitchen.
Same house, leaded glass.
A selfie. The yellow shirt.
Laura had a good time, too.