Charleston is history, preserved with layers of
paint and generations of pride.
It is the romance and color of cherished old homes,
brick-walled gardens and handsome wrought iron.

Charleston is a quiet churchyard, spreading live oaks
and the daily tides that wash its shores and feed its hungry marshes.
It is the reality of hurricanes and the mystique of
ghosts, both uninvited but expected, in a city grown old by the sea.