Panama City Beach: nine reasons to sell this panhandle paradise
4. Schooners: This place is perfect for casual beach food – fresh, full of flavour and served up with a friendly smile and a spectacular view! It's a local tradition to gather on the beach behind Schooners every night to celebrate the sunset – the crowd counts down and, just as the sun dips below the horizon, they blast an old cannon and the real fun begins. For years, Schooners has been voted the best place for live music, the best bar and the best place to dance!
5. Bonfire on the Beach behind Schooners: Your clients can enjoy a perfect, stress-free beach experience here with Back Beach Rentals. Pick from one of the packages that includes the delivery, set up and the breakdown of chairs, side tables, games, s'mores, cooler with ice/beverages, hammocks etc.
6. Andy's Flour Power: This cafe and bakery puts the freshest ingredients into every dish it create. The staff stand by their motto: 'We don't do fancy, we do fresh. And you can't fake fresh'. Serving delicious breakfast, brunch and lunch, Andy's is a favourite in Panama City Beach.
7. St. Andrews State Park: This breathtaking destination is perfect for beach lovers and nature enthusiasts alike. Offering a pristine coastal landscape, the park is a haven for swimming, snorkelling, and exploring diverse wildlife.
8. Pier Park: Panama City Beach's premier shopping, entertainment and dining destination is located just a few steps from the beach. It features a mix of popular national retailers, boutique shops, and local favourites.
9. 'Stay it Forward' voluntourism project: Your clients can give back to Panama City Beach by planting sea oats. Sea oats are a vital part of the ecosystem and play an important role in coastal conservation. They have a massive root system capable of holding soil and sand in place during extreme weather like hurricanes and tropical storms.
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