The buildings are jewel cases built to protect the families of tall ships' captains. Amid the aroma of Low Country cooking and heady flowers, the descendants of African slaves sit in the market and sell seagrass baskets beside first generation Orientals with tables of decorative enamel ware. Always in the distance the ocean churns. Lush is the only word I can think of for the gardens. Palmettos and century plants thrive alongside crape myrtles that can grow up to three stories high.
Herbs fall through the fences and lend their fragrance to the people passing by.
We strolled along the streets, visiting the little shops along East Bay and Market and getting our bearings. We browsed the antiques shops along King Street and ate lunch at Hyman's on Meeting Street. By the way, Hyman's is a must if you like good seafood at reasonable prices. The service is excellent. Ah, but then I really got busy.