National Bike to Work Day
In the United States, today is National Bike to Work Day. I woke up this morning to overcast skies that lulled my brain into wanting to participate……only, I work at home, and my bike was at MTM’s office. Not to be deterred, I walked the two miles from the concrete jungle to MTM’s work place, snapping some pics of our new Charleston ‘hood along the way.
I have often wondered what kinds of grub they serve in Hannibal’s Kitchen, on Drake Street in Charleston’s East Side. The name has always been a bad association for me, as I tie it with another Hannibal………the one who ate people.
Once upon a time, things were actually manufactured in downtown Charleston. Here’s an abandoned cigar factory. It was being converted into bazillion dollar condominiums before the downturn.
I couldn’t resist the composition of this shot along Alexander Street. I love the sleeping cat. I wonder if it put the bricks there, too.
Scene from a proper Charleston garden in a courtyard around the corner from MTM’s office. An urban evolution in the span of two miles and a few city blocks.
Riding my bike back home, I mean, to work, I was inspired by the East Side, a rough-and-tumble African American neighborhood this city has forgotten. Oh, the South-of-Broaders/Ansonborough‘ers remembered it when they wanted the cruise ship terminal moved there, away from their own upscale neighborhoods. Otherwise, it is a swath of historic Charleston nobody visits.
And, they should.
When I was a little girl, most of downtown Charleston looked like the East Side. Peeling paint. Boarded up clapboard. Burned out shells. Bedraggled snarls. Nothing antiseptic or picturesque about it. People trying to get by. Living life.
Just like me.