Independence day: the inn at Charleston

The master bed:


L's bed:


One of our pillows had a message for us.


But I am inclined to be suspicious of bedding which wishes beneficence for anything less than the whole of human life on Earth.

What's that you say? What did the wallpaper look like?

I took a picture of it. It looked like this:


And here's one of the carpets:


Charleston is like Savannah, all civil war porches and kudzu ...


and rockingchairs resting languidly in the thick Southern air:


Walls of verdure ...


and flowers, wondrous and strange.