After our stay in Folly Beach and a day trip to Savannah, we ventured to Charleston for the last three days of vacation and stayed in this condo. (Ahem, “The Pool House at the Villa.”)

I fell in love with the resident cat. It was a little mangy, wonderfully sweet and desperate to come inside the house (as evidenced here). We couldn’t help but bring home a tiny brass cat spotted at an antique store. The forlorn look reminded us of him. 

And the condo had a koi pond. It probably goes without saying that we’d stay here again if we made our way back. It was charming, clean and cheaper than nearby chain hotels. 

This was taken during our walk along Rainbow Row. I’d love to live in a city where the pink house on the block isn’t an eyesore. 

This snapshot is my latest color inspiration. However, I can’t decide if turquoise and lime is better suited for my wardrobe or home. Both? (Dave might argue for neither.)

Horse-drawn carriage rides along The Battery add to the neighborhood’s historic charm, but they come with one major drawback: horses smell. (We actually wondered if the rancid smell was a type of plant. Nope.)

I don’t know what these are, but they’re better than Wisconsin’s pine trees. 

As I took a photo of the pineapple fountain in Waterfront Park, a 20-something girl interrupted me to ask if I’d take an iPhone photo of her and her entourage. Shortly after, another girl asked me to take a photo of her with her boyfriend. Apparently a DSLR fools people into thinking I’m good at this.