. … See, I was born in St. James, Grew up in St. Ann, but somehow much recently, Falmouth stole my heart! I get excited each time I visit this historic town which has many fine examples of Georgian Architecture. Over the years the most drastic change has been the Pier that has turned the town into a major tourist attraction. Otherwise, many of the buildings through numerous efforts have been maintained but unfortunately for a few … their stories have tragic endings.
Needless to say, I have TONS of photos but on my last trip … I decided to try something new …. Austin and I had a blast shooting these streetscapes and more in variations of sepia.
Buildings around Water Square
St. Peter’s Anglican Church ~ The oldest public building in Falmouth and the first church in Trelawny. Best of all, the clock still functions
This poor building has changed so much over the years .. now it’s a cafe and honestly I quite prefer it in sepia here
Walking towards Water Square
Along Market Street
View from the Square
Hanging out with one of the fruit vendors
The Falmouth Cenotaph – In Memory of Jamaica’s soldiers who fought and died in World War 1 & 2
Falmouth Court House ~ Originally built in 1817, but was destroyed by fire in 1926 and later rebuilt using the shell that remained. Today it has been resurfaced in the traditional Ancient Roman lime wash technique adapted by the British and houses the Courthouse, Town hall and Trelawny Parish Council offices.
More along Market Street – The Hammonds building ‘Arleigh House’
@ Left – bank of nova Scotia @ Right is Barrett House … or what’s left of it
@ rear Fort Balcarres – the former barracks, now the Falmouth All Age School
Rodney Street @ rear is the St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church, now the United Church of Jamaica and Grand Cayman, first built in 1830
😦 The Police Station – Where I almost got arrested *smile*
Taken from the upper floor of Allan Douglas office, formerly the Morales house on Market Street
At the Baptist Mission Manse – Now Falmouth Heritage Renewal
And to end the day … I left in comfort on the Knutsford Express but not before admiring Glistening Waters for a while.