Two signature fixtures of Charleston are its ornate ironwork and brick walls covered with stucco. A little side light here brings out the texture in both. This gate opens to Pirate Alley, an area in the French Quarter, where the old colonial stories tell of visiting pirates spending their booty on grog and other diversions. One tale tells of the time when the flamboyant freebooter, Jack Sparrow, danced a fast flamenco with a fuchsia flamingo at a nearby tavern called The Flaming Fandango. But, to be honest with you, I'm a bit skeptical about the veracity of such yarns. Arr.