King Street, Charleston at what should be the height of tourist season. Most shops have very limited hours and many are open only by appointment, which seriously cramps my browsing style.
I have no idea how many times I have heard the word “dystopian” used to describe the situation in which we have found ourselves living with COVID-19. I would prefer to be using the word “nightmare.” You always wake up from a nightmare. But since I am having trouble seeing when we will wake up from this disaster, I will go with “dystopian,” too.
We decided that it was important for our mental health to seek a change of scenery, so we came to Charleston for a few nights. What awaited us was pretty unbelievable. I will let the pictures show you what we found.
We have been trying to park in this lot at the market since 1977. This week, we even scored a spot in the shade!
Not much happening at the market this week.
So sad. We remember several really fun evenings at the rooftop bar at the Market Pavilion Hotel. The property is boarded up and for lease.
Feel like taking a spin around town? No problem getting a bike.
As if they did not have enough trouble with the virus, it looks like they had some “mostly peaceful protests” here, too.
Dining room at 7:30 pm at TripAdvisor’s Number 2 Charleston restaurant. No worries about social distancing. We were the only diners.
I’ll “c’est la vie!“