Wholly worn out by the "holy city"

I accompanied my youngest on her fourth grade class field trip to Charleston today, where the mercury was approaching 90 and the humidity not-too-awful as long as you weren't in a rush (as I was briefly when I left the group to get more batteries for my camera). There was a nice breeze coming off the ocean, which is "created" there by the Cooper & Ashley Rivers. Also got some insight into the South of Broad crowd & reminded how odd is the place Rhett Butler hailed from in Gone With The Wind. At any rate, my daughter has finally seen Rainbow Row & the Battery firsthand, as well as noticed Fort Sumter out in the harbor and perused the wares in the market.

Incidentally, the nickname "the holy city" alludes to the HUGE numbers of religious buildings in Charleston proper--about one every block throughout the city, though the two most obvious steeples are those of St. Philip's & St. Michael's Episcopal Churches. St. Michael's is the white one that's been not quite vertical since the earthquake of 1886; St. Philip's is the darker one.