Exploring St AugustineIf you find yourself wandering the sun-drenched coast of Northeast Florida, you might expect the usual parade of high-rise flats and neon-lit pancake houses. However, tuck into the palm-lined streets of St Augustine and you will find something altogether more peculiar and charming. Founded by the Spanish in 1565, it is the oldest continuously inhabited European-established settlement in the United States, a fact the locals will remind you of roughly every twelve minutes. A Fortress Built of Sea Shells During various sieges, British cannonballs reportedly bounced off the walls or got stuck like a dart in a corkboard rather than shattering the stone. Walking along the gun decks today, you get a lovely view of the Matanzas River and a healthy dose of perspective on just how much effort humans used to put into not being invaded. The Fountain of Tepid Water You can actually drink the water from the spring today. It tastes remarkably like a wet penny and sulfur, but I suppose that is a small price to pay for immortality. Even if the water doesn't shave twenty years off your appearance, the park itself is stunning, filled with wandering peacocks that look magnificent but possess the vocal range of a person screaming into a dustbin. Stepping Into the Gilded Age Just across the street is the Lightner Museum, housed in another of Flagler’s former hotels. It once boasted the world’s largest indoor swimming pool, which has since been drained and turned into a cafe. There is something profoundly British about having a nice sandwich in the deep end of a Victorian swimming pool, and I highly recommend it. Cobblestones and Ghostly Goings-On As night falls, the atmosphere shifts from historic to slightly eerie. St Augustine is reputedly one of the most haunted cities in America. You can join a ghost tour where a guide in a tricorn hat will lead you through cemeteries and dark alleys, recounting tales of lovelorn spirits and restless soldiers. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, there is a certain thrill in walking past a 300-year-old wall and wondering if that cold breeze was the Atlantic or a Spanish sergeant looking for his boots. Final Reflections |



