Having some of the few normal members of my family up in Charleston for the weekend meant we finally, after six months here, got around to doing touristy things for the last two glorious days. We enjoyed a nice walk South of Broad as we gawked at the homes and architecture. My brother is a professional building inspector so we had no end of official narrative as to the condition of each of the many gorgeous homes up for sale. We pretended to the airs of Old Money and spurned one mansion for its being held together by turnbolts on long pipes, another for the color of its shutters, yet another for its landscape lacking the necessary amenities of a single iron bench in the garden. Oh yes, we said to ourselves. We would buy that house except for the appalling lack of a gardener's quarters.
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