Last weekend, a short jaunt to Charleston put me in “indigo country”. When I’m there, the draw is history and of course, anything that might speak of indigo and its past.
Time was limited and I didn’t have a set agenda, so anything that turned up was serendipity. Also, in many respects, if indigo was the focus (it wasn’t), historic, downtown Charleston would not have been the place. Still there were some little treasures to be discovered.
One of my most satisfying experiences, though, was visiting the Joseph Manigault house. Our guide was gracious and extremely informative about its former inhabitants, architecture and its significance through the last couple of centuries.
I was surprised to hear that at one point that it came close to being razed for a gas station. Fortunately, it was rescued and has been able to serve other and better purposes.
Now, home again and with “things to do” with holidays approaching. The “studio” beckons – the idea of a little focused quiet would do just fine.