I took this picture from Jose Marti Drive in front of the police station at around two in the morning. The tall building is an apartment complex on Eisenhower overlooking Garrison Bight:
Eisenhower Drive is a short street much shorter than the thoroughfare named for that other President from the same era. However Harry Truman was a frequent visitor to key west and Ike wasn't, so perhaps that's how it should be. Eisenhower runs between Truman Avenue to the south and Palm Avenue to the north and is sandwiched between the waters of Garrison Bight and the area known as The Meadows. The corner of Truman and Eisenhower is marked by the Sub Tropic Dive Shop and it's delightful mural:
Eisenhower Drive is a short street much shorter than the thoroughfare named for that other President from the same era. However Harry Truman was a frequent visitor to key west and Ike wasn't, so perhaps that's how it should be. Eisenhower runs between Truman Avenue to the south and Palm Avenue to the north and is sandwiched between the waters of Garrison Bight and the area known as The Meadows. The corner of Truman and Eisenhower is marked by the Sub Tropic Dive Shop and it's delightful mural:
Even the office got into the act with sea creatures appearing to float around inside, adding to the mural's effect:
I snagged another couple of pictures of the apartment building which i think is Pelican landing or some such name: 
And here is a close up of the outside stairway looking more like an apiary than human habitation: 
Eisenhower has few street lights so the darkness gives it a slightly dissolute, mysterious air:
I set this picture up with thoughts of Orson Welles' Third Man coming to mind, though the scrubby bushes lining Eisenhower at this point do a poor job of replicating post World War Two Vienna...and I don't think I look either mysterious or threatening in as much as I am visible at all under the street light. I guess it was actually pretty dark out there!
I caught sight of a few plants used in landscaping that apparently warrants burning electricity all night:
Date palms towering over the street: 
Coconut palms hardly seen in the reflected light: 
This was a curiosity, a horse tethering pole planted as landscaping:
this seems a rather ignominious fate for a love seat or divan or whatever it is, put out with the trash:
And so I retraced my steps back to Truman Avenue, which I crossed unmolested as there was no traffic out at that hour, and so back to well illuminated Jose Marti Drive next to Bayview Park: 
And from there, back to my station under the half moon:
A still and breathless summer's night, how perfect.
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I revel in the fact that you can wander the streets of the southernmost city in the wee hours of the morning unmolested. Several hours later, one could wander over to Two Friends Patio for a delightful breakfast.
Is that the southernmost horse tethering post? :)
I think they stole it from New Orleans. I like being able to walk at night too. Small town America.
"And so I retraced my steps back to Truman Avenue, which I crossed unmolested"
Come on, be honest. You're disappointed, aren't you?
Well, just a bit. It would have been nice if some drunk in a car had yelled epithets as it went by. Or perhaps someone could have vomited on my shoe. My life is too drama free for a proper blog. But I did lose my wallet in Italy....
Conchscooter:
That sucks (losing your wallet). Otherwise trust you had an enjoyable trip. Did you pick up your Bonnie ? or did you have to make another trip to the mainland ? There was a huge fireball train wreck somewhere in Italy, sure glad you weren't affected.
waiting for some of your "art" pictures
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
The fireball wreck occurred two days after Giovanni and I spent the evening in Viareggio, but naturally it was people living in nearby homes who got incinerated, not tourists!
I am taking the wife to the airport on Tuesday for her week of beach vacation in Nicaragua, and as she says, after I toss her out of the car I will be racing to the dealership to load the frshly painted and primped Bonnie on the trailer for the ride home where a new Parabellum windshield awaits in the shed.
Tomorrow I am running a few pictures of the K1200S I rented. I took 1028 pictures during the ten days so I expect a few Italian essays will pop up over the next week or so.
The flights were a mixture of delays and gruesome service. I can't help but feel that the economic crisis is going to impact our expectations of service for years to come.
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