Every so often a city comes along that ruins you a little for other vacations. Charleston did that to me. It’s small enough to walk end to end in an afternoon, old enough that half the buildings predate the country, and stacked with restaurants at a density that makes no logical sense for a city this size. I went for four days planning to split my time between history and food. I came home having barely touched the history.
If Dallas ever needed a sister city for a long weekend that isn’t about theme parks or football, this is it.
Continue reading
