By Edward M. Bury, APR (aka The PRDude)
Quick: What do you know about Charleston, South Carolina, that is.
Well, we didn’t know much about this colonial coastal city until we spent five days there earlier this month. We knew there would be lots of history, great food and Southern heritage in this Low Country town known as “The Holy City.”
But we didn’t expect to be somewhat overwhelmed by just how charming, cultured and cultivated we found Charleston. So what follows is a stream-of-consciousness account (in modern poetics this could be considered “lyric poetry” — I am in the graduate program for English, you know) of our trip to Charleston, followed by some original images.
From the steps of our hotel, I counted four church steeples, some with spires rising majestically to the heavens
in the distance I view three construction cranes, all a safe distance outward.
The first morning; a walk along Calhoun Street to the Fort Sumter National Monument
a dozen or so people wished me “good morning.” I didn’t have to ask.
A decidedly human scale with 18th and 19th century structures not repelled by the modern,
harmony between the Guilded Age and the digital.
Low Country cuisine, honest and unadorned, subtly delicious,
no places named for false royalty or known by AU/curved symmetrical structures.
Within the peninsula, a sense of decorum, unhurried,
thoroughfares like Zig Zag Alley leading nowhere and everywhere.
Flora, subtle but majestic at times, in full bloom,
emerges to buffer the persistent breezes.
The honest greeting of an honest server,
proud to share history on the restaurant that once was a church for longshoremen.
Designer names equitably share King Street
with Asian noodle shops and a haphazard liquor store.
Stately and elegant, woven into the quiet fabric,
College of Charleston, seat of learning and culture.
The muscular side, cargo vessels in the harbor,
honor the colonial heritage.
Solemnity, most of the time,
broken by church bells, seemingly from all directions.
(Okay, had enough? Enjoy the images below. Visit Charleston soon. There’s a lack of pretense, but an abundance of reality.)