Day Two in Charleston I was up at another ungodly hour to do something I had never done before: watch the sun rise over the ocean. It was beautiful, but I think I am partial to watching the sun go down over the ocean, what can I say, I like watching the ocean swallow the sun. lol.
It was wicked early so I walked around downtown Charleston, on a very sleepy Sunday morning, drinking my coffee. Then the Sunday church bells began to ring across the city and it was perfect!:D
Next I visited some random historical sites:
The Old Slave Market, has a fascinating and sobering museum.
This is the park at the point of Charleston looking out towards Fort Sumter. Seeing how close the little island and fort is to Charleston, justifies the stories of citizens watching the bombardment of the fort, while having picnics at the park. 
Then it was off to Fort Sumter.
All sizes of historical cannons...they believe that the little one is the kind of cannon that fired the first shot of the Civil War.
The fort used to be almost three times taller, however after days of bombardment the damage is forever preserved.
Cannons stand at attention in a 3/4 moon shape around the fort's outer wall..
The flags that fly atop the museum in the middle of the fort represent every kind of flag that has flown over the fort, in its long and sordid history.
Being there on the fort and see how close Charleston is, combined with the history of its people, made me understand exactly why it was in Charleston that the war started. Its sad, creepy and fascinating.
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