Last hour in Charleston

A whirlwind of a weekend, zipping down to Charleston and back to see happy cousins, eat lots of seafood, and hunt for the perfect benne wafer with my grandparents. I'd never been before. I also never knew that my grandparents had eaten beaver tail (and liked it). It came up during breakfast, when we saw alligator on the menu (which they've also eaten, but did not like). The last hour I was there, I strolled around the battery.

And then I saw this:


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