Our first stop was to Gator Bob's Old Jail Museum. This is Bob. And his gators.
While we were waiting our turn to go to jail, the sheriff (who had a strong Suthen' accent) made the kids repeat the rules. No touchin', no cussin', no spittin'. When the kids repeated it back, they suddenly all had strong Southern accents, too. :)
Peeking through the pie hole, into the cell block.
Ethan's cell mate didn't have much to say, and just stared at the floor like that for a while.
Trying to escape. Unsuccessfully.
We had to pass the gallows on the way to getting finger printed.
I guess they save the gallows for kids who spit and cuss and touch things.
The kids were locked up while they awaited their final sentence.
When we were finally able to escape Creepy Statue Warden, we hopped on a "trolley" to take a guided tour of St. Augustine.
It's a lovely city with so much history.
Yes, the fountain of youth was only two blocks away. No, they didn't let us stop and take a sip.
Martin Luther King preached at this church while he was in hiding. Again, very cool!
Fifteen minutes would seem like an eternity during a war.
Several decades ago, someone decided to fill the moat with water, but realized the walls absorbed moisture, and they began to fall apart.
Here we are, up-close and personal with the fort wall. It is made of Coquina.
That's tiny shells, to all you gringo land lubbers.
Admiring one of the original Spanish cannons.
Ethan is in a green shirt in the back row, about to be pushed off the top of the fort by someone's flying curls.
Ethan said it was So Cool in there, despite being so hot and humid.
And here's one last look at the view from the top of the fort. Beautiful!