We stayed on East Gaston Street about two blocks from Forsyth Park at a lovely historic inn called The Gastonian.
We actually stayed in the carriage house.
It was perfect for us!
A teeny downstairs room with a sofa and television.
You know, we never actually utilized this space. I thought for sure we’d watch a bit of the World Series on that couch. But we never turned on the TV at all. We didn’t have time. We went at a full tilt boogie from the moment we woke until we crashed back into bed each night.
The bedroom was upstairs.
I especially loved the brick. And the bathtub. And the gorgeous floors.
We enjoyed beautiful weather by spending a lot of time on our little porch. We even ate breakfast out there Monday morning.
Dorothy Gale said, “There’s no place like home.” and she wasn’t lying.
I was so happy to sleep in my own bed when I got home. But I absolutely adored spending time in the carriage house and would happily go back and stay again.
therobynbirdsnest 
Looks like a great place ~ almost English but not quite. ❤