Saturday, February 9, 2013

Apalachicola

Apalachicola is a one and a half hour drive southeast from PCB on Hwy 98. 

Established in 1831, it was once the third largest port on the Gulf of Mexico. Wide, tree lined streets are still graced by picturesque homes from the nineteenth and twentieth century that show the wealth and craftsmanship of its early days. It really is a lovely spot and there is a new and wonderful site around every corner.

We parked the van on the main street and the shop right in front of us was a visual delight. Coconut carved heads hung in the tree, while a wizard invited us inside.


We did a circle walking tour of the downtown area, stopping off in various shops along the way. The Grady Market has a traditional front entrance as seen below. 


We used this entrance last year. This year we opted for the back entrance that includes a serene garden area with lots of chairs to sit and relax.


The inside was just as spectacular. Check out the tin roof.


We could of spent hours (and a fortune) here, but we pressed on. I really appreciated the covered walkways as it was drizzling, but I imagine in the heat of the summer they serve another purpose. 


This is the view directly across the street. 


The color and architecture reminded me of the tropics...


As well as the American west. This building could as easily be found in Arizona or New Mexico.


This fountain commemorates the sponge industry that began in 1831. 


How's this for an entrance way?


The colors on this building begged to be captured on film, and only afterward did I notice the reflection of the post office in the window!


The exterior of each shop is as unique as its owner. 


John blends in perfectly as he takes full advantage to rest his feet and stay out of the rain.


From here we strolled back to the van, and right across the street was this "botanical garden" shop. 


It's really just another alley way filled to capacity with every whatnot imaginable! It was also closed because it was raining. It was also close to 5 PM.

Which meant it was time to drive 'home' after another great outing in the "forgotten" Florida.

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