I should have done this long ago, but my life is now usurped by an old man who retired from his job and I have lost the will to live, much less blog.
I think this is karma for being a horrible person who tortured children and animals in another life. I look forward to getting that tab paid.
But I did promise lovely Mary, my Twitter architect friend, I’d share these photos I took in Charleston, September of 2013, so I guess I better.
Since I am not including the pictures I took of the horse-drawn carriages (which we took that kind of tour, but this was a year ago before we learned this is a very bad thing to do–and in fact, I was going to mention that it was TERRIFYING because…TRAFFIC!) I probably should explain something: you may notice a fringe in a photo or some other giveaway that we are evil, wicked people, but just pretend they’re not there and look at the houses, okay? And I promise never to do that again. Thanks in advance.
With that out of the way, in no particular order and with no reliable indication of much else since I wasn’t taking notes, here are some of my photos of Charleston’s residential homes.
It’s a very old, beautiful Southern city. You can walk around these streets quite comfortably, as they generally have sidewalks and, though the roads are narrow, traffic moves slowly because of that. It is fun to take a tour with a guide because the history of various homes is interesting–well, it spans hundreds of years, a couple of wars, and the usual Sturm und Drang we humans are prone to.
Dedicated to Mary, who always inspires me to become a better person, artist, and photographer.
I’ll begin with one of my very favorites houses, which in fact now is Two Meeting Street Inn. If I ever go back, I want to stay there.
[Remember you can click twice on the photos to enlarge for detail.]
Unfortunately the only long shot I got indicating the scale of its majesty isn’t sharp–remember I was moving while taking many of these photos.
And that, my friends, is pure Southern Gothic.
Those homes were examples of the more ornate and obvious, but many historic homes were more subtle, if originally built and currently owned by the more privileged among us.
The two arms of the porch steps were built for grand balls and dinners: the men entered one side, the women another, to protect the ladies’ lifted skirts from prying eyes
At least, that’s what a guide told me 20 years ago.
Miles Brewton House; National Registry; pre-Revolutionary War, Georgian architecture designed by Ezra Waite. For an inside look at the current owners and interior photos, Town&Country has more.
Another very common style of architecture is the pre-AC side porches, with a front door entrance to screen the gentlefolk from prying sidewalk eyes.
More of my favorites: they love pink.
Some details to die for:
This house was brilliant, but I was too close for a good long shot. This was the best I could do:
And then you get to the other side of the house:
Dental molding over windows is like house-jewelry. Also there is a reason for those big holes in the foundation on each side of the door, which some homes have, but I can’t remember what it is. I bet Mary knows.
This next home, Charleston’s largest private residence, is rather exquisite: “Calhoun Mansion.net; circa 1876, Italianate House Museum”…whatever that means. [Oh: I just checked out the website photos--and KILL ME NOW.]
One tip: lots of lovely restaurants occupy the old homes, but do call for a reservation.
Enough? I have more…. Okay, enough.
Hope y’all enjoyed my little tour, sinful as it was.
Good luck with your historic home adventure, Mary.
And thanks for stopping by.