We ate at Hank's Seafood that night. Amazing.
At the harbor we joked that this was our ride for the afternoon. Someday. [sigh]
This ride would have been cool, too.
And we would have enjoyed this one, as well.
I liked this guy's attitude.
I'm sitting at the top of the steps of the custom house looking across the street to the harbor. Slaves would be taken directly off the cargo ships, marched across the street and up the steps, and walked straight down the hall to be auctioned on the other side.
Goodbye, Charleston. You're only a hop, skip, and a jump away, so hopefully we'll get back to you again before February 2013.