The woman selling tickets was the first person I came across in Charleston who didn't seem to have a shred of southern hospitality. That said, we were told several times by locals to make sure to see this 24,000 sf mansion. We expected to see the place. Most of it at least. Instead, the tour guide was like an actor talking at breakneck speed about items cluttering this place from floor to ceiling. I felt like a duped tourist in a schlocky tourist trap. We were able to see a few rooms from a roped off vantage point, nothing near the 24,000 sf. A young man/boy followed us closely, presumably so we didn't touch? It was odd. And why such secrecy around who owns the place? But the bottom line is, if you're impressed with gaudy wealth and hoarding, go for it. If you want history or like value for your money, I'd think twice.
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