National Geographic : 1966 Feb
Fort Caroline was suddenly reinvaded-by two busloads of schoolboys. They swarmed over the grassy earthworks in a way that would have put the Spaniards to shame. "With invasions like this," said Mr. De Weese, "it's hard to keep grass growing." Well, maybe so. But what's the use of re building a fort if small boys can't recapture it now and then? I asked one of them what he thought of it. "It's neat," he shouted, and clambered up the wall. Another day, again with Mr. Manucy, I set out for Matanzas Inlet, 14 miles south of St. Augustine, to see the horrifying end of this particular portion of Huguenot history. Aged stone walls bask in the golden glow of lamplight on St. George Street, athorough fare of colonial days. Here cars pass under balconies where mantilla-draped sefioritas once gossiped; the Old Spanish Inn trans ports visitors into the past. During a festival last September celebrating the city's 400th anniversary (below), celebrants sing and dance down St. George Street. Crumbling in decay only a decade ago, this section of the city provided a pilot project for the St. Augustine Historical Restoration and Pres ervation Commission, headquartered in the balconied Arrivas House at left center. EKTACHROME(BELOW) BY EMORY KRISTOF; KODACHROMEBY ALBERT MOLDVAY(CN.G.S.