There was a time, down South, when hotels offered a certain grace. An easing into the day, a spirit of peace. Pitchers of sweet tea in the afternoons. Guest dressed in white, idling in rockers on the front porch. All of this was tradition in the life of a fine hotel. Hospitality like that is hard to find nowadays. But in a little South Carolina town called Aiken, rocked in the fragrant embrace of the magnolias and the long leaf pines, this more gracious way never did pass.
Renovations and Closures
* From 02 April 2004 to 11 April 2004 - the hotel will be closed
