Charleston: part 2

Sunday morning we breakfasted and brushed our teeth and rode around town on the complementary bikes provided by the Inn. Bike riding is so much more fun than walking...

My sweet ride:


L's ride had a comely basket between her handlebars.

Wardrobe shopping for L at Urban Outfitters where I planted myself in the changing room and offered fashion opinions before heading back to the beautiful beach at Sullivan's Island.

The beach was a total stunner in the daytime and again relatively deserted. We played in water and laid on sand.


As a mathematician I'd feel remiss if I neglected to point out that, in the grand calculus of vacations, beaches=good times. Squared, yo.

And there was a sweet lighthouse which is always good to see.


The previous night the lighthouse was like the Eye of Sauron, sinister and majestic, sweeping the land for trespassers and Shirelings. In the naked light of day it was somewhat less sinister - in fact it looked as though it might have been made of Legos. And in the hierarchy of sinisterness, Sauron trumps Legos...


Now playing, Love is a Losing Game by the tragic Amy Winehouse.