Charleston is a city that has skipped a couple of generations in American history. What was once a thriving port city turned run-down town, is having its comeback moment. Visitors won't see the neon signs or modern architecture of the 1950's that have taken their place in the historical landscape of other American cities. In fact, the only sign of Americana you'll see, are the classic cars parked on the streets outside Charleston mansions. Instead, you'll find a city that has been put on pause, preserved since the late nineteenth century. Three-hundred year old homes are just as they were, their doors and house-fronts abloom and elegant piazzas eternally bathed in sunlight.
Wandering the streets of Charleston means wandering the canals of the city's history, anchored in the present by only the modern decor of the its restaurants. Though a beautifully clean and colorful city, its worst history is not to be forgotten. In the Old Slave Mart Museum, the story of the slave trade that built Charleston unwinds itself. A walk past the Emmanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church, where a mass-murderer took the lives of nine innocent people, reminds us that history is never done.