There've been players from many countries strutting their stuff across the Charleston stage over the past three-and-more centuries. Judging from the restaurants in the area, the French still are, but then they've been around here for a while.
The French Huguenot Church (established on this site in 1687) is the oldest continually active such congregation in the US. Services are, of course, in English, but there's one service a year conducted in French---a service to celebrate the Edict of Nantes (1598.) Charlestonians have long memories.
I sketched the Huguenot Church and its backdrop of cobalt sky and gibbous moon, while perched on a stone pedestal, jostling with a planter for seating space.
Then, I walked to John Street and 39 Rue de Jean, a bistro I'd happened by at the beginning of the week. They call themselves 'a taste of Paris' and, in lots of ways they were. The waiters wore white shirts, black ties and black trousers, with long white aprons. The menu and wine list were well selected. I'd meant to sketch and eat and that is what I did.
The charcuterie plate ( click on sketch to read ingredients) was delicious. Before I ordered, I sketched the people sitting across from me. I know it looks like the woman has two heads, but there were really two women, as you can more easily tell from the original sketch.