Well, today, when I woke up I was craving a tomato sandwich. There are never good tomatoes in our grocery stores. They are all mushy and mealy and have no flavor whatsoever. I thought of Colleen's blog post and was excited to drive downtown to check it out.
We live about 15 minutes from downtown Charleston, but we don't seem to get down there as much as we'd like to. So, every time I do get there, I'm reminded of what a pretty town this is.
I loved the Vegetable Bin. It's family owned and run. There are pictures behind the counter of Grandpa and his best friend, who died in the Battle of the Bulge. Seeing that picture was worth the trip alone! After the tomatoes, (and onions, taters and avocados) we took a little drive around the market and battery area. There is something to see in every little nook and corner, like these stairs---
And, these were at the back of the house. Here's the front:
On any given day, there are so many wonderful things to see---
a horse who listens to the same story all day long,and carries people from all over the world around our little town
sweet grass basket makers
a purple bike
how about some house hunting?
should we buy big, bigger or biggest?
I saw an old gentleman pick up something a tourist had dropped, while riding a carriage ride. He walked out into the street and up to the carriage to give it to the tourist. That's just what Southerner's do. Anything else would be impolite.
It's pretty great to live in a vacation town.
Even cooler that we have cannonballs.
Tomatoes and Cannonballs.