The only reason this post has this title is because we thought it was such a clever name for a restaurant…and Charleston certainly can boast some great eating establishments. Our pedi-cab guy, who is a TV and Radio major, admitted that this city is WAY down on the scale of news-worthy cities, as nothing much happens here except tour-boats arriving and occasional storms. HA! That’s probably a good thing!
We had a fun day of playing in the pool with Brooke and Jake’s kids: Emory and little Carmen. I had fun wrapping Carmen up in her towel so she could be a caterpillar, who then imitated the motion of an inchworm, and then bursting into becoming a butterfly, using her towel as wings. Boy is she cute and she asked to play this over and over. Emory is learning to swim, and gulps air between much underwater fetching activity. They’re both likely to learn good swimming skills quickly.
Today, Sat. of Memorial Day Weekend, finds the historic district of Charleston very lively. They have the Spulleto Festival on, an arts festival, though no one seems to know what the name means.
We happened to see Ashmead St. which leads from the Presbyterian Church here, where we think a forefather was a minister. We need to do some research to find out more.