anything is possibleFrom sun up to sundown
Hot shower and hot coffee; preferably at the same time. It starts things right. A bag of breakfast treats just for me. Oh my god, this croissant is sinful. These people are good. Damn good.
Awake. Let’s explore.
Up and at ‘em. Get ready for Charleston’s magic. Historically rich, visually stirring, laden with stories, and absolutely refreshing. All within your grasp. Go on. Paint the town red.
I hopped on one of those shiny red bikes and within a few pedals found myself at Rainbow Row, I think. The houses here are candy-colored. These trees are ancient giants. Cobblestone streets and ocean air. I like it here.
We kept hearing about this iconic rooftop bar; the “stuff of legends” type talk. Being ever curious, we headed up. Immediately smitten with the views, we drank in the sun with zero regrets.
The art has me in its clutches. I find myself wanting more. We join the hotel’s art tour with wine in hand. I let their docent lead the charge. Down the rabbit hole. I get lost amongst the art.
Still reeling from the delight of the last few hours, we were somehow starving for more. Dinner was the perfect fix. The duck or the fresh catch? What’s the story with these “forbidden black rice grits?”
Now I’m curious.
Nightcap on the roof or milk and cookies? If I were a better person, I’d go cookies, but sipping a Manhattan with those views? Guilty. Unapologetically so. And who knows what good trouble I might find. Hopefully a little.