I’ve been long awaiting my new journal. The old one was a little red leather affair kept pristine by a plastic cover I refused to take off. It took three years to fill it, although I wrote in it several times a week.
But I finally finished it, and allowed myself to buy another. It’s from Chapters here in Ottawa and so, so beautiful. I won’t get tired of this one anytime soon.
-The Dauntless Princess-
For the past two weeks I’ve been at home, taking a rest from the travel. But even on vacation, and during the hottest week of Georgia’s summer, I couldn’t resist a short weekend trip to one of the south’s most beautiful cities: Charleston, South Carolina.
In Charleston, I ditched the pool for Sullivan Island’s beach. Dark-haired, spirited Princess Cate played in the surf with me, and we jumped the waves while shouting our dreams against the wild salty air. Our hair tangled in the briny waves; our fingers grew pruny. But we stayed in the warm surging waves until nightfall when the moon rose full over us.
The next day, we explored King’s Street in Charleston.
Blue Bicycle Books is unassuming, but holds treasures.
This is the reading room, filled with literary fiction of all kinds. 
This book is necessary for all women, in my opinion. What a howler! 
From the bookstore, I turned to antique stores.
Below, an eloquent proposition. 
You fall in love with Charleston’s gardens and courtyards and alleys.
Art is everywhere here. 
There’s no regretting the time taken to explore this amazing city. Charleston, until we meet again.
-The Dauntless Princess-
