Cammy A.
Yelp
Ah, the Cummer. A Jacksonville classic. A cultural rite of passage.
We've been coming here for YEARS, and it never gets old--unlike my knees, which still creak after chasing my kid through the interactive play area in the back. Shoutout to the kid zone for giving the little ones a place to channel their inner Picasso without destroying my living room walls.
The exhibits rotate often, which keeps things fresh. One month it's European masters, the next it's modern art that makes you go, "...is this a mop or a metaphor?" Either way, it's great.
BUT THE GARDENS.
Oh, honey. The gardens are the real star of the show. It's like stepping into a Jane Austen novel--minus the corset and unsolicited marriage proposals. You've got that giant oak tree throwing shade in the best way, perfectly manicured pathways, fountains that whisper "you are very cultured," and--wait for it--dolphins in the river. Real ones. Just out there doing flips while you sip your iced coffee and feel vaguely poetic.
Summer events, live music, good vibes, and just enough humidity to make you feel like you're glowing (or maybe melting, but in a charming Southern way).
Oh--and let me bless your wallet real quick: they have free evenings every month. That's right. Free. Culture on a budget, baby.
Ten out of five stars if they ever let me move into the gardens full-time. But for now, solid five stars for giving us beauty, creativity, and just enough shade to survive a Florida summer.