The three of us decided to walk the old city streets of St. Augustine on the sunniest day, which just made everything that much more enjoyable. I have visited this city many times, mostly with the kiddo as my sidekick, but it’s nice to see it from an outsider’s perspective. Matt instinctively headed over to the St. Augustine Pirate and Treasure Museum.
a) The museum has a “No Photography” policy
b) I believed that Blackbeard was a totally made-up character of the seas
Nevermind, I know the answer. Sigh.
It’s a cool place that one should definitely check out. All of the pieces in the museum are genuine – gold coins, treasure chests, a real Jolly Roger flag, journals recorded by the bloodthirsty pirates themselves. Pirates such as Drake and Blackbeard! What’s especially awesome is that these pieces were recovered by regular vacationing divers, archaeologists, and private investigators, alike. There are some exceptions, though, like Blackbeard’s decapitated head and the dead captive’s body that is being eaten by a crow (also not real) and shakes in fits of post-death. This is Elle’s favorite part and yes, Matt and Elle were in heaven. I was in heaven, too, once I found the cases holding all the jewelry and gold.
After fighting through a mosh pit to get out of the gift shop, we just walked to nowhere in particular. The three of us wandered down streets and alleys I’ve never been down before, eventually ending at Flagler College to marvel at the building’s architecture. There was a construction crew working on a courtyard but in no way did they take from the absolute beauty of the structure that used to be Henry Flagler’s Hotel Ponce de León. We overheard a trolley guide moving past us tell his tour group that this particular winter getaway for the turn of the century’s rich and famous required a three-month stay. Whatever it takes to keep the riff-raff away, I guess.