“In Xanadau did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.” Kubla Khan – Samuel Taylor Coleridge I don’t know where Xanadau is, but I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that it is nestled somewhere along the harbour of South Carolina’s magnificent Charleston. It is almost suspicious how gorgeous Charleston is. Each wood paneled home is pristine, the public buildings magnificent, domineering and reminiscent of Santorini at sunset. It is as if even the sun itself has been painted in the sky, so perfectly do its rays cascade down the cobblestoned street which in turn…