Charleston has never been particularly interested in becoming somewhere else. She has her own way of doing things.
Her streets are narrow. Her houses lean toward gardens hidden behind old walls. Church steeples rise above rooftops, iron gates open onto courtyards, and buildings that have watched two centuries come and go are still very much part of everyday life.
If you’ve come all this way to experience historic Charleston, it seems a shame to sleep somewhere that could be anywhere.
A House That Has Been Here Since 1814
At 27 State Street, history isn’t something we’ve hung on the wall. It’s the house. Built around 1814, the historic Wurdeman-Ferrand House has stood in Charleston’s French Quarter for more than two hundred years.
Think about that for a moment.
Generations have walked these streets. Horses gave way to automobiles. Charleston changed, rebuilt, celebrated, and mourned. And through it all, this house remained.
Today, it welcomes travelers through its doors.
The Beauty Is in What Remains
Old houses aren’t perfect. That’s the point.
They have character that can’t be ordered from a catalog: tall ceilings, exposed brick, antique mantels, old craftsmanship, and architectural details made by hands that disappeared generations ago.
At 27 State Street, those pieces of the past live comfortably alongside the things today’s traveler appreciates: beautiful bedding, thoughtful amenities, and rooms made for lingering a little longer in the morning.
Step outside your room and you’ll find one of our favorite parts of the house, a quiet garden courtyard tucked beneath palms and jasmine.
It feels wonderfully removed from the city. And yet Charleston is waiting just outside the door.
This Is the Charleston You Came to See

Walk a few minutes, and you’ll find Rainbow Row. Keep going, and the harbor opens before you at Waterfront Park.
That’s the pleasure of staying in Charleston’s French Quarter. You don’t have to drive somewhere to experience historic Charleston. You wake up in the middle of it.
More Than a Place to Sleep
There are plenty of hotels in Charleston. But sometimes where you stay should be part of why you came.
You should hear the old floors beneath your feet. Notice the brick. Sit beneath the palms in the courtyard. Walk out the front door in the morning and remember, for just a second, that people have been stepping onto this Charleston street for more than two hundred years.
That’s difficult to replicate. And we wouldn’t want to.
Stay Awhile
Charleston isn’t a city that reveals herself all at once. You find her slowly.
In an alley you hadn’t planned to walk down. In the smell of jasmine on a warm evening. In church bells somewhere in the distance. In a long dinner that becomes an even longer conversation.
And sometimes, in an old house on State Street, waiting since 1814 to tell another story. Perhaps yours will be next.
Welcome to 27 State Street. Stay awhile.