Charleston, SC: Explore Your Creative Side in the Cradle of Southern Hospitality
It’s the sound of a horse-drawn carriage – clip-clop clip-clop – trotting down a timeworn, cobblestone street. It’s the breeze that whispers past, bringing with it the scent of honeysuckle, accidentally snagged in the horse’s bridle. It’s the sun that streams through puffy clouds, drenching the scene before you in a bath of golden light.
It’s the she-crab soup, or the country-cured hams, or the flaky cornbread sitting before you, gracing a table silhouetted against antebellum views – of wrought-iron Juliette balconies and historic harbors, breezy palmetto palms and sidewalk cafés. Cafés just like the one at which you’re seated.