Charleston - second half of second day

So here we are back in Charming Charleston on Saturday afternoon.

We took a stroll down Philadelphia Alley,

where I found this tiny man:

After lunch we donned our yoga pants and headed on down to White Point Garden and since we had the pants for it – we did some yoga.

It wasn’t awkward or anything.

And we hadn’t planned for our yoga spot to be right next to where all the walking tours stopped, but it did work out that way. You’ll see them there on the left.

So while we sat around like this:

(I don’t know what this pose is called, something like bound seat of janktification, but you can tell from my face how incredibly comfortable it is.)

And did cool things like this:

Tourists, who were supposed to be learning about the Defenders of Fort Moultrie in front of this monument (see below), were heard making comments like “I want to do some yoga.”

But really, we did make it look pretty cool. 

We walked along Murray Blvd.

And up East Battery Street,

And saw the sights.

And there was some dance walking.

I can’t resist a good fisheye mirror,

Amy can’t resist historical plaques and signs.  And Al and Hannah can’t resist being spectacular. 

And sometimes you’re just so spectacular doing your dance moves that other people can’t resist you. 

The dancing didn’t end there.  Oh, no.  We danced on the pier near waterfront park.

Here we are looking fantastic in front of the pineapple fountain and some random folks.

And to make up for not being close to the pineapple fountain we just got right in the other fountain there.

And the yoga was just a part of Amy that day, so we had some more yoga … in the fountain, while Al took pictures of her feet in the fountain.

All that coolness and dancing and yoga really requires some dessert.  So we fancied up and took some mirror selfies like a real teenager would,

and shared dessert at High Cotton.  Vanilla bean Crème Brulee, Oatmeal Cream Pie, Chocolate Trio and the Mixed Berry Cobbler.

Almost everything on the dessert menu.  Put it all right in our faces.

We went for another  walk, (how many steps did you get that day, Al?) came home, brushed our teeth like the responsible people that we are, and headed to bed.

Now do you see why I split the day in two?  Whew.