Six days in Charleston, South Carolina, all four of us: an aircraft carrier, a horse named Chico, an alligator, a play, two sunsets at the Battery, biscuits in quantities we’d rather not discuss, and one lemonade counter that gave this trip its name.

Too many photos for a post, so this one lives on its own page — day by day, with a map of everywhere the phones say we went.

There’s no place like home. But Charleston was close.