Seven guest rooms tucked along a brick lane in St. Augustine's historic south quarter. We leave warm sourdough and fresh pour-over on the porch each morning, and keep the doors unlocked to the courtyard breeze.
Original exposed 1880s shell-stone walls, a private cedar door onto the southern courtyard, and afternoon sun filtering through Spanish moss.
Vaulted tongue-and-groove ceilings with French doors opening onto a covered veranda looking toward the bayfront. The best spot in the house for morning coffee.
Detached from the main residence across brick pathways. Private, shaded, with a small writing desk and evening jasmine climbing the entryway.
Between seven and nine, we set out warm sourdough baked down the street, seasonal fruit, salted butter, and fresh pour-over roasted in town.
the terrace courtyard has no tour trolleys. It is two blocks from the seawall, five minutes on foot to the plaza, and quiet enough to hear the water at dusk.
Unbleached Portuguese linen, solid heart-pine timbers, brass hardware that patinas with the salt air, and zero synthetic fragrances.
When we took over Palmetto Terrace, the front porch was leaning slightly toward the street and the coquina foundations needed careful repointing with lime mortar. We spent three years stripping back layered paint, preserving the original cedar millwork, and outfitting every room with things made to last.
We live a few doors down. You will see us tending the garden in the morning or walking our retriever along the seawall before sunset. If you need a dinner table or a quiet beach recommendation, just ask.
We stayed four nights in October. You wake up to church bells across the marsh and the smell of jasmine on the screen door. We never turned the car on once.
Because we have only seven rooms, we recommend reserving two to three months in advance for spring and autumn weekends.