Breakfast down south is a civilized affair of biscuits, quiche, and a pot of strong coffee. Sure beats scoffing down a banana on the way to the jam packed 4 line in stifling humidity.
The only thing more hipster than a single speed is a single speed with a brass bell. You know, so you can spot your ride in the line-up of identical single speeds at Smorgasburg. Because hipsters are all about conformity, right?
It's hard to leave Zero George, but there are even bigger mansions waiting.
The best real estate in town lines the banks of the Cooper River. Firing up streeteasy.com in these parts is just as depressing as it is in Manhattan.
The Edmondston-Alston House is one of the premier mansions in Charleston. You can tell by the fact it's got a double-barreled name; two rich families is always better than one.
Well it's got the view he's looking for, but the carriage house is a little small for the latest six-horse model.
So back in the day the good folks down south got their daily entertainment by riding this bizarre rocking board. Apparently if single men and women rode it they needed a chaperone in between, lest the rocking motion slide them into indecent contact.
Yeah it's fun for a little while, but it's not exactly Netflix either.
Having exhausted the potential of the rocking board in about five seconds, it's time to return to mansion stalking.
Sullivan Island, on the Atlantic coast, bills itself as the Hamptons of Charleston. It's nice and all, but let's not get carried away, you won't find Lloyd Blankfein's house on this block.
Still, on a cracker of an afternoon like this one, who's complaining? Well, let's not name names here.
After a deep fried weekend something green sure does hit the spot. It's a little unnerving that in such a small town there are three dialysis centers just on the way to the airport.
That's a wrap y'all. Next stop, the ivy-clad halls of Cornell.
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