Visiting family for the holidays, I spent an hour walking up and down King Street in Charleston; I could’ve easily spent four more hours taking photos of everything, especially the signage.
Much of this signage was quirky and unique.
Some of it was lovingly faux-retro.
Occasionally, it was genuinely old.
Other times, it was difficult to tell exactly how old it was.
Sometimes, it was tiny with other items discernible in the frame if you looked closely enough.
Given the time of year, occasionally it was adorned by seasonal touches.
This being South Carolina, it was often flanked by palms.
And, moving a little further away from King Street, it even served a purpose one just doesn’t see in, say, Des Moines.
Haunted Jukebox 