We are staying in a new hotel a couple of miles from the Battery and a block from King Street and some hip restaurants. It’s an area that hadn’t yet gentrified when I was here about a decade ago.
The national clothing chains have invaded King Street, sometimes in buildings with beautiful old facades. But some local clothing stores are surviving, offering that southern genteel look.
Where else would you find a girl dressed like this, down to the white gloves? I wonder where she and her mother were headed.
And is this a city that takes Christmas sweaters seriously? This store on King Street is where they refuse to die; it’s all it sells.
And yes, bike share has arrived. With a names that has a bit of fun too.
Loved this sign.