Dungeons and Gardens and Mansions, Oh My!
It’s been a pretty busy week for us here in Charleston. On Tuesday, we headed downtown to the Old Exchange & Provost Dungeon. This building is very important in Charleston’s history, having been built by the British Colonial Government back in 1771. Originally the site of public meetings and the office of the King’s Customs Collector, the building was also used as a prison for pirates and many early American patriots, as the site of an elaborate 3-day ball attended by George Washington in 1791, and as a Post Office for the Confederates during the Civil War. Some of the original brickwork from the old city wall around Charleston can even be seen in the cellar of the building.
On Saturday, we visited Magnolia Plantation & Gardens. It is the oldest plantation home on the Ashley River and has been owned by members of the Drayton family since 1676 (11 generations!). Originally 2000 acres, the plantation is currently about 500 acres in size and has been famous for its beautiful gardens since the late 1800s, with something in bloom during every season of the year. The home itself is filled with many early American antiques and family heirlooms dating back as far as the Civil War, including a hand-stitched quilt that, due to its intricacy and closeness of stitches, took the quilter about 30 years to complete. Unfortunately, photography is not allowed in the house itself, but the alligators in the ponds and old rice fields on the property seem to love posing for pictures.
We went for a carriage ride around part of downtown Charleston on Sunday morning, passing the line of brightly painted homes and buildings known as Rainbow Row, several churches (Charleston is home to over 180 churches, including the only independent French Huguenot church in the U.S.), and a bunch of other historical landmarks in the city. Once that was over, we strolled through the City Market and around some of the downtown area, stopping for brunch at The Blind Tiger, a quaint little pub that (surprise, surprise) is housed in a building dating back to 1803. The food was very good, and I took advantage of the $3 mimosas, sipping one while I ate my shrimp & grits with a side of home fries. Lewis had an absolutely enormous western omelet which he pronounced to be delicious and a Sam Adams. We felt a bit naughty drinking so early in the day (it was just barely past noon), but consuming alcohol seems to be a great Charlestonian pastime – everyone does it and it’s not too unusual to pass someone on the street who looks and acts as sober as a preacher but smells like a distillery.
Now it’s time to relax from all this week’s activity. We may visit a couple more things before we leave for Savannah on Sunday, but if we don’t get around to doing them, it’s no big deal.