They take dogs and Cheyenne took to the place quite happily, traveling in spacious elevators and lounging on the carpet in the massive lobby while I read in an armchair. Not all Staunton is as impressive as the Stonewall Jackson Hotel.
It was all interesting to my Labrador, sniffing the cool spring air.
I liked the clean tidy sidewalks and flower displays.
The Victorian piles and huge trees added to the atmosphere of the historic town.
I liked the look of the enormous covered deck surrounding this home:
And the round turret on this one:
And the delicately painted fretwork on this one:
These row houses on a hill reminded me Solares Hill back home in Key West doesn't amount to as much dirt as seen here:
Imagine my surprise when I came across Woodrow Wilson's childhood home:
You and I thought he was from New Jersey, where he was governor but he was born here in 1856 and grew up a staunch Presbyterian.
That he loved segregation didn't prevent him from getting a Nobel Peace prize for helping create the League of Nations in 1919. Wilson remembered the election of Abraham Lincoln and met Robert E Lee with his father, a slave owner. Weird stuff.
I want to come back and check out the place properly.
Cheyenne and I wandered up and down hills enjoying the views.
As historic districts go this one was quite charming and unlike Old Town Key West, a distinct absence of chaos permeated the place. No smell of stale beer, no bars even.
There were eateries on Beverly the main drag and we took advantage of some Mexican food later, but I have to say it was pleasant to go for a stroll and see how the other half maintains their old towns.
I can't make up my mind if it would be boring or a relief from the incessant commercialization of Duval Street.
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