We came into the old town part of Fredericksburg on William Street and turned right just before the bridge over the Rappahannock, going 2 1/2 blocks

down Sofia Street to the parking entrance to the Richard Johnston Inn, which fronts on Caroline Street. This is that section of Sofia, with the entrance to

the parking on the right down past the cream-colored building.



My first view of the back of the inn



A mixture of dark pink honeysuckle and wisteria climbing up the back of the inn.



The syrup pitcher had had a long day and went to bed as soon as we reached our second floor room.



Back out in the courtyard, meanwhile, the tree stars were lit.



The patio part of the courtyard. The entrance to the inn from the parking is up those white stairs, which means one's luggage must be hauled up them

to the main floor, which is the second level of windows on the back.



Roses along the back wrought iron fence



Bored cat in the courtyard



Looking away from the shopping area down Caroline Street right in front of the inn



Looking the other direction down Caroline, which is lined with trees and little shops and many places to eat. The shops had

closed at five, however, and didn't open until 10 the next morning, so we didn't go inside any of them. We ate at a place on the

right called Sammy T's on our way back to the inn after going up to look at the churches.



A display in one of the shop windows reminded me of a friend of mine.



We walked down Caroline to George Street and turned up the hill a block to see St. George's Episcopal Church where so much of

the Confederate revival in Fredericksburg took place.



Across George Street from the church is a little parklet which has this marker of the National Bank, diagonally across Princess Anne Street

with Lincoln speaking from its steps. I wanted to take a picture so you could see both the marker and the actual doorway and steps themselves.

It was the Farmer's Bank back then.



Just past the parklet on Princess Anne is the Courthouse, built in the 1850's.



We crossed Princess Anne and looked back at the Courthouse building.



Across from the Courthouse and diagonally across from St. George's is the Presbyterian church that was there, too. One of its pilasters still has

two cannon balls embedded and can be seen in this picture.



The top cannon ball with the tower of the City Hall. The lower cannon ball is just above and to the left of the light fixture's base.



Top of the Presbyterian church. It was also part of the Confederate revival.



Looking diagonally across now at St. George's. The clock in the tower is the town clock and struck 6:30 while we were up here. It would

be the clock Jonathon heard. The corner is the bank.



Carl on the steps where Lincoln stood.



Presbyterian church from in front of St. George's



Looking up St. George's steeple



The graveyard of St. George's



There are many very old markers in here. This one for John Jones is 1752.



Many you can't read a thing on any more. I liked the roses past this one.



Plaque on the side of St. George's. The doors were locked, but I went up the steps to them as I have Jonathon doing.



Back on Caroline Street, another window display.



Another view down Caroline Street. It was hard to imagine it as it was on December 11, 1862 when the 13th was here during

the bombardment of the town and bricks and splinters and exploding shells and bullets and fires were everywhere.



The syrup pitcher, rested, posed in various places on the main level of the inn. Richard Johnston was mayor of Fredericksburg in 1810

and this was his house.




Bailey and Scooter, the two miniature schnauzers who live in the inn. This shows some of the old flooring in the front hall.



More posing. I don't remember what this picture was of, but it sure came out all black in this shot.



The pitcher anticipating breakfast in the dining room.



A bullet ding on the back porch.



Looking from the back porch down into the courtyard



One of the several parlors/sitting rooms



Scooter, who was very friendly, yet shy about going about it



Bailey, who wasn't the least bit shy and if you had your hand on Scooter's head, Bailey would

come along and flip it up with its nose onto its own head.



Carl, right before breakfast on the 14th, with Bailey and Scooter



The dining room ready for breakfast



After breakfast I went out the front door, looking down Caroline again. It had rained hard in the night and everything was wet.



I crossed Caroline, looking back at the inn. Our area was on the second level, the three window above the vehicle. The far right

window is the bathroom and the other two part of the bedroom  The dormer directly above the two bedroom windows is supposed

to have the ghost of a Mississippi rifleman.



A closer view of the dormer above our windows



Still closer. As Barksdale's men backed down Caroline, they went into buildings, taking up positions to shoot at the approaching

Federal troops and the man firing from this window was killed.



Looking down Caroline toward the shops, the sidewalk now all deserted as it was well before 10.



A bullet ding in the front of the inn.



The dings were especially numerous around the windows of the inn as the Federals were shooting at Mississippians inside.



More dings under a window.



The dining room again. I ate where the chair is slightly pulled out on the left.



Looking out one of our bedroom windows through the tree you see in the pictures I took from across the street.



The pond in the back courtyard. I took these as we were leaving.



Close up of the honeysuckle and wisteria on the back wall of the inn.