"I need a change of scenery" , my good friend Ryan texted me a week before Christmas. I agreed. It had been two years since I had been anywhere but the Northeast. As creatives, it is so important to change up the environment once in a while. We booked a hotel, reserved a car, and the day after Christmas, we drove down the coast in search of palm trees, biscuits, and some friendly southern accents.
Day 1: Downtown Charleston
Husk : 76 Queen Street, Charleston
Pink is the color I see when I think of Charleston. We ate breakfast on the second floor, outdoor balcony of Husk. The morning was mild, and we had our notebooks out, dreaming out our plans for the day. Breakfast was served, and we were floored by the INCREDIBLE veggie platter that was off-menu but a favorite of our waiter. Served over South Carolina's famous Carolina gold rice, were seasonal vegetables cooked to absolute perfection. Along with this star dish were sweet rolls, and a phenomenal omelette. The breeze blew gently, and sunlight flirted with the clouds as we sipped coffee and inhaled delicious breakfast.
City Market : 188 Meeting Street, Charleston
Nestled in the center of the City Market is Heaven Scent, run by Ausar, who scoops shea butter off a block siting in a wooden bowl in the center of his shop, 364 days out of the year. He makes soaps "the old fashioned way" just like his grandma did.
Of course, lover of all things natural, I bought myself a six-month supply of shea butter and a hunk of that luscious african black soap.
We made our way around the battery and through the city, taking in the smells, sights, and sounds.
Coffee is my favorite part of the day, and so we found ourselves at City Lights Coffee, where local Charlestonians chatted with the baristas, and we enjoyed beverages with foamy milk + cinnamon.
City Lights Coffee: 141 Market Street, Charleston
Dinner was a recommendation from a chef friend. We snagged an outdoor seat at Leon's Oyster Shop, where they specialize in fried oysters and chicken. They're smart. Their menu is seriously only these items in a few expertly-chosen varieties. We ordered two siam salads and oysters: grilled and fried.
There is literally nothing else I can say to express the glorious dining experience at Leon's. I will forever dream of this place.
Leon's: 698 King Street, Charleston
DAY 2: SAVANNAH
Being a serious "capsule trip" with three days to see it all, we took day two to drive down the coast to Savannah – a city that I knew before even visiting that I would be in love with.
The Collins Quarter is where we found ourselves for breakfast. What a beautiful little space. I have to say, the flat white won me over completely– I ordered a second one to go.
The Collins Quarter: 151 Bull Street, Savannah
We loved the creative juices flowing in Savannah, and happened across Mamie Ruth, where Emily designs her own line of flow-y, bohemian threads.
Mamie Ruth: 151 Bull Street, Savannah
We spent the rest of the afternoon strolling the expanse of Savannah, wandering into Dancing Dog Yoga studio, and a few thrift shops.
The sun set quickly, and dark evening hung over the city like a velvet blanket, providing beautiful, eerie light for some night photography
Day 3: Mount Pleasant
Our last day had a lazy start, and called for some good biscuits.
Callie's Hot Little Biscuit: 476 king street
With full bellies, we still had to check out WildFlour pastry, which boasts high praises from local publications. We missed the sticky buns [note to out-of-towners: they are only served on Sunday's!], but based on the rest of her confections, I am sure they are out of this world!
WildFlour Pastry: 73 Spring Street, CHarleston
Boone Hall Plantation: 1235 Long Point Road, Mt. Pleasant, SC
Ah, sweetgrass. I can't get enough of that sweet smell and the beautiful patterns the fibers makes when woven together. Someday I will get around to owning one of these beauties.
The most important part of our trip was taking a moment to sit in a large oak, overlooking a swampy stretch of land. The breeze was gentle and calming, the warmth bathed over my skin, and everything was perfect.
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