even before we pulled up the anchor, there were dolphins diving around the boat (oh that again...) - just like the title of Jonas' book: Dolphins at Daybreak - we continued our trip through the designated no wake zone (which pretty well described us at 6:45 am), past the Palmetto Island (which had significantly less palms than the opposite shore) - through what is referred to as the South Carolina low country - the flatland grasses make nearby ships appear to be traveling on the grasses (which is not so far fetched, considering our prior grounding history) - arriving in Charleston's harbor, not unlike Norfolk's harbor, bustling with huge container ships, cranes on barges, etc. However, Charleston is so much more scenic - its streets are lined with courtyards, cobblestones (alas, the aforementioned subject title), pastel historic buildings with decorative wrought iron balconies, and palm trees, not to mention some beckoning bakeries.
fountain of youth (Charleston waterfront park)
Charlestown streetscape in the French Quarter
Daughters of the Confederacy building & street market
bookworm
Masai warrior greeting
Charleston elegance
Kramers Portrait