A friend recently moved to this beach town in central east Florida so it was a perfect excuse for a weekend visit. I’d stopped here briefly a while back on a road trip tracking Henry Flagler’s train route, but it was unimpressive until I realized I’d made a turn leading to a generic stretch of condominiums and missed the charming town altogether. This time, after an easy four-hour drive up I-95, I headed east on State Road 44 to the beach and turned left on Peninsula. After a few lushly shaded cottage-lined blocks north, I arrived at Flagler Ave., on the beach side of the town, a cluster of restaurants, galleries and shops.
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