Reef Bay Sugar Factory Historic District

Reef Bay Sugar Factory Historic District is a historic section of Saint John, United States Virgin Islands located on the south central coast adjacent to Reef Bay. The land is the site of a sugar factory. The property was added to the U.S. National Register of Historic Places on July 23, 1981.

The historic district is part of Virgin Islands National Park. The park maintains an exhibit of a well preserved sugar factory.

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