THE SOUTH'S BEST KEPT SECRET

Home to the nation’s largest golf tournament, and perhaps more importantly James friggin’ Brown, Augusta is a mid-sized town on the Savannah River and South Carolina border. In fact, I accidentally drove to South Carolina to buy a battery for my camera during our stay there because it’s that darn close and the town is called North Augusta making things just plain confusing. Along historic Broad Street are some of the most unique restaurants including a 100% vegan restaurant/art gallery where we shamelessly photographed every corner of the eclectic space. But for whatever reason, outside of the month of April when every one in pastel colored shorts and high white socks flocks to the golf courses of Augusta, the town is relatively unknown as a travel destination. Hopefully these photos will change that, at least for the few people who read this blog post…