We spent our first full day together at Middleton Place, a former rice plantation outside Charleston. It was magnificent.
Moise, roll the tape.
|The main house burned down, so all that's left is, I think, a gentlemen's guest house.|
|I have no idea what the posing is about. They were just hanging out like this.|
|We debated whether this was real. Then it blinked.|
|Yes, more gators! And definitely real.|
|Noelle and Robin looking all sunny and cute.|
|These pics are not edited. It's just incredibly beautiful here.|
|This one smelled Yankee blood.|
|This was a big'un. It scared the hell out of Noelle, who came within 10 feet of it. Unfortunately, her squealing and running away was not caught on tape.|
|This was the big guy, taken from a very safe distance. We let some other visitors taunt him and took action shots.|
|The lower level was used for refrigeration; the upper level |
was a place of worship for slaves.
|Noelle enjoyed the view until the buzzing of impressively large hornets became apparent. That was our cue to leave.|
|I still hate Guinea hens.|
|Lamb on the lam!|
|This is the slave exhibit building. This is the only "rough" looking building in the joint. Even the barns and outbuildings are pristine by comparison.|
|An entire roster of slaves owned by the Middletons through the years. This puts things in perspective. Screw the water buffalo.|
|Do the quotes suggest that the slaves did NOT live in hovels?|
|Quick--more animals to make me feel better.|
Middleton was endlessly beautiful. And we didn't even hit the gardens. It's hard to imagine any slave existence in such an amazing place, and I am left with a few questions. But I tried very hard to just bite my tongue and try to pet the sheep.