A Day in St. Augustine


I used to hate St. Augustine during high school because it’s been overrun by so many people in the past. Spanish, French, British, Spanish again, the pirates, eventually a state…seriously, who can keep track? You might as well put a freakin’ turnstile at the city limits. I had no hope of passing a pop quiz on THAT topic. And while it’s still not my favorite place now that I’m older–I detest the tacky neon and sluggish traffic that have turned it into some kind of Napoleonic version of Kissimmee–there are scenes, like this one, that are truly beautiful. Just ignore the “T-SHIRTS 3 FOR $10” sign directly behind you.

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