On our final day in Charleston I decided to take a leisurely walk around the neighborhood where our hotel was located – the French Quarter – before packing up and calling an Uber for the airport. The homes in this area aren’t nearly as grand as those south of Broad street (the SOBs), probably because it’s home to the Old Slave Mart, the City Market (est. in 1790) and many restaurants and museums.
When I first saw the plaque next to the above door I thought the name of the house was “Carolopolis” but I was wrong. Every year one of these plaques is presented to a structure originally built in Charleston’s colonial days that has been properly preserved. Carolopolis is a combination of Carolus, greek for “Charles” and polis meaning “city.”
Also common are plaques which describe the historic significance of the structure.
This salmon colored house is typical of homes in the French Quarter. As you can see, the balconies are off to the side and draped to insure privacy. And of course, the garden is surrounded by a cast iron picket fence. (These fences made it difficult to trespass to get better pictures of the doors!)
You see a lot of old gas lamps in the historic districts of Charleston. They’re quite romantic which is one of the reasons you also see a lot of advertisements for wedding venues.
I’m not exaggerating when I say there are hundreds of historic structures in Charleston. One of the reasons has to do with that dastardly War of Northern Aggression. Ironically, the city in which the Civil War began missed undergoing the fate of other southern cities, many of which were burnt to the ground by Union soldiers.
That’s the last of my pics from Charleston, a city which, if you want to visit, you’d better go soon. It’s on a list of the 14 American cities that could soon be underwater as tides continue to rise.
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