Today after breakfast we went down to the front desk to ask for a different room. The king bed room we were in last night was slightly bigger than a closet. We are now in a normal sized room with two queen beds and a whole lot more space for the same price. Another added benefit is that the new room is on a higher floor so we don't have the noise from the street.
We walked for four hours this morning. Headed down King Street to the waterfront reading all of the historical plaques on the way. We stood on the corner of King and Queen Streets (two of our friends will get the reference) and enjoyed some of the architecture and hidden gardens. We walked along the park in front of the multi-million dollar houses facing the water and then looked over the bay to Fort Sumter.
On the way back we walked up Meeting Street. We took pictures of the horse-drawn carriages and listened to the many church bells tolling. We stopped in the oldest graveyard in the city and read some of the stones, but many of them were so worn that the dates and epitaphs were gone. We stopped on North Market Street and wandered into the market for a bit, but it was crowded and the smells of the perfumed soaps and candles were getting to us so we walked on. We stopped for lunch at Hyman's Seafood Market. Dave had fish and chips and I had a cup of she-crab soup and hushpuppies. They were delicious - although they were sweet enough to have for dessert. The owner came over and told us the "story" of how they were named. In plantation days, the kitchens were separate from the houses for fire safety. The slaves were ordered to whistle as they walked the food from the kitchen to the big house to prevent them from stealing bits of food in the way. When the dogs heard the whistling they would come running and bedevil the slaves looking for scraps of food. The cooks got the idea of dropping bits of cornmeal in grease so the slaves could keep them in their pockets. When the dogs bothered them, the slaves would drop the cornmeal bits and say, "Hush, puppy". A bit far fetched, but a fun story. As we walked back to the hotel for Dave's nap, we came across the Wine and Food Festival being held in Marion Square. For $68 per person, you could have all the wine and food you could drink/eat. That not being our cup of tea, we walked through and took some pics. There was a huge structure where people were standing and drinking wine, food being cooked, and a country band along with vendors for full bottles of booze and wine to take home. Just outside the square was a "booze pop truck" (like an ice cream truck for adults - I wonder if you have to show ID to buy one?).
The last shot is of the door handle of a gelato shop near our hotel.
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