While roaming through Fort Clinch State Park at Fernandina Beach, Florida, on a weekend when re-enactors were not only in costume but also in character, Bert wandered into a spacious room to take a look at an intriguing doorway. The “guard” moved in, seizing the moment to talk about the prison cell behind the door.
The authentically clothed guard then asked Bert if he’d like to go inside the cell. Bert hesitated. But then compelled by his curiosity and the guard’s insistence, my innocent husband wandered in.
Immediately, the guard closed the door explaining that he wanted Bert to get the “full experience” of being jailed. Of course, the guard assured him, you do have this little peep hole at the top and a slot where we’ll most assuredly shove your daily ration of bread!
Moral: Beware of doorways in old prisons. You never know when it just might be your turn to be on the “other side.”
For more entries into Ailsa’s Travel theme: Doorways at her blog Where’s My Backpack, click here.