These days, my commute to work has been pretty horrible.
Cobblestones, lush ferns, historic buildings – clearly, this kind of walk is not miserable by any means. In reality, the fact that I can walk to work is such a luxury that I’m happy enough to leave the house in the mornings (well, almost). I argue that it’s better than Jamey’s commute, which still has its fair share of red lights and too much traffic despite the breathtaking view the Ravenel Bridge offers of the Charleston Harbor in the mornings and evenings.
One of the fun things about living downtown with Jamey is that he knows a lot about this city. It’s a place he’s studied, researched, and lived in for several years now, and he has many history lessons stored from his time around town. Luckily, I’m a willing student and love learning about all that this city has to offer – and I can handle a history lesson from time to time (which I suppose puts it mildly…I’m an all-out history nerd. Moving on.)
Jamey took me down Philadelphia Alley on one of our first dates in our new neighborhood, which is where said picture was photographed. Shockingly, there is very little about Philadelphia Alley on the web – not even a Wikipedia entry to which I would link you.
So I’m going to give you the rundown that Jamey once told me, and perhaps we will even do a video special there. (Who wants more Jamey narrations? I raise my hand.) Basically, the alley is where Charlestonians once held their duels. Does that mean people died? Possibly. I’m going to have to check the plaque in the alley about that.
Either way, that sense of history is enough to give any visitor a tingle walking through the cobbled passageway. All I know is that I couldn’t have asked for a better commute, since it takes me off the road a little bit and back in time even more.