On the first Second Sunday of 2012, it was 70-something degrees. For those of us who live here, it’s just a perk of Charleston winters. But my uncle, living in Milwaukee and experiencing a “heat wave” of 40 degrees, would call this “bullshit.”

Since I’ve already done more than my fair share of Second Sundays (who doesn’t enjoy the free reign to walk in the middle of King Street whenever you feel like it?), I decided to change up my approach and start on Lower King and work my way up. We started at Bull Street Gourmet for a little refreshment — Sofia Blanc de Blancs sparkling wine, served in a pink can with a straw, is always a good choice. Shrimp City Slim filled the street with bluesy tunes in front of Il Cortile del Re, and upstairs at Lucinda Eden’s four-month-old digs, we daydreamed over her amazing vintage finds and custom dresses, including a gray lace-and-feather number. Back on the street, we admired all of the well-behaved dogs and their owners and took way too many pictures of a pet pig named Rosie wearing an adorable pink headband.

Savannah Bee Company offered a honey-tasting station, and we sampled as much Black Sage honey as we could manage. Up the street, various musicians — from bluegrass pickers to hipster accordion players — performed on nearly every corner. Artists also took advantage of the warm weather to set up their easels.

By the time we reached George Street, we had worked up an appetite, so we posted up at an outdoor table and spent the remainder of Second Sunday people-watching and smugly enjoying the unseasonable weather. —Sabrina Heise