We headed out to old town St. Augustine in the relatively cooler morning air. (Still humid, but not steaming.)
St. George street was quiet and we had only birds for company so we wandered, free to stop and plan our photos at a leisurely pace appreciating the smells of the tropical plants and really taking the time to look closely at the centuries old buildings noting that many of them had tiny pink and white seashells imbedded in the walls of lumpy conglomerate they used as local concrete over 250 years ago.
My favorite room was what seemed to me a giant cabinet of curiosities! A taxidermied aligator hangs from the ceiling and a giant lion stands roaring in suspended animation. A Egyptian child mummy rests behind glass and a shrunken head stares out from its pedestal. It’s a really fun room to visit.
Sipping a pint of Boddington Cream Ale on the porch of an English Pub, under trees draped with Spanish moss while listening to the mournful wail of bagpipes! The perfect end to a perfect day!