It was 52 degrees and even more gusty this morning as we drove for our 10 AM buggy tour of old Charleston.
Sixteen of us per buggy, four to a row, and fortunately blankets were provided. Our guide was excellent, making the cold weather only a minor nuisance. We were pulled by two mules that seemed to need little guidance, although traffic and permit restrictions cause route variations presumably only known by our guide. (Mules, as I can never remember, are the product of a male donkey going up-market with a female horse. Mules are sterile. Donkeys mating with donkeys produce donkeys.)
Old Charleston dates to the 17th century and has a tremendous history, attacked regularly, it seems, by everybody. By law nothing older than 75 years can be torn down or significantly modified (at least on the exterior). The streets are narrow and the battery sits on Murray Street. There is nothing else you need to know.
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