Shavers Lane lies west of Duval, and it has two notable bookends. Above one can see the north side of the Hemingway House on Olivia Street and below on the Petronia street end is the rather oddly named restaurant which sells desserts only called
Better Than Sex:
In light of the fact that Key West is currently in a ferment over plans announced by the City Commission to hold a nude beach referendum, you'd think that a restaurant by such an unappetizing name might merit a referendum of it's own. No such luck. That and the ghastly
Big 'Uns bar on Duval are here to stay apparently. Looking toward Olivia Street Shavers carries old time Key West charm, breeze block walls and bright lime paint:
Despite it's location in the heart of the city Shavers boasts vast open lots of land with tiny, elderly cottages perched on a corner of them:
And it's own share of peculiar residents, or residents with peculiar senses of humor:
I don't have any such sign at my house but I belong to the big stick and less braggadocio school of thought. On the subject of trespassing I really wanted to invade this secret driveway but contented myself with a picture from a legal spot in the lane:
And this next cottage revealed itself a palace when viewed from two sides. Small and intimate from here:
Stretching all the way back into the next lot with a side apartment and deck when viewed from here:
Perhaps I haven't had my head in the air so much lately but when I spotted these sneakers I was once again reminded that people do the most inexplicable things:
There are large lumpen buildings on Shavers too, this one artfully masked by greenery in bloom:
And these identical homes in the famous Conch Cottage style, though rather more spacious than Cuban cigar workers might have enjoyed:
The originals might have looked more like this:
Or this, which is high on the scale of cute:
And this a parting thought on the wall at the Petronia Street end:
To which demand I can only ask: why?
Shavers Lane lies west of Duval, and it has two notable bookends. Above one can see the north side of the Hemingway House on Olivia Street and below on the Petronia street end is the rather oddly named restaurant which sells desserts only called Better Than Sex:
In light of the fact that Key West is currently in a ferment over plans announced by the City Commission to hold a nude beach referendum, you'd think that a restaurant by such an unappetizing name might merit a referendum of it's own. No such luck. That and the ghastly Big 'Uns bar on Duval are here to stay apparently. Looking toward Olivia Street Shavers carries old time Key West charm, breeze block walls and bright lime paint:
Despite it's location in the heart of the city Shavers boasts vast open lots of land with tiny, elderly cottages perched on a corner of them: 
And it's own share of peculiar residents, or residents with peculiar senses of humor:
Stretching all the way back into the next lot with a side apartment and deck when viewed from here:
There are large lumpen buildings on Shavers too, this one artfully masked by greenery in bloom:
Or this, which is high on the scale of cute:
To which demand I can only ask: why? 
7 comments:
I hear in the city that shoes on a power line like that indicate a drug dealer operates in the close proximities. Perhaps some of your coworkers need to pay a visit one evening.
-Peace
Nice, quaint lane.
I especially like the sprawling, hidden complex of the yellow "cottage", it reminds me of the nooks and crannies of Greenwich Village and their efficiency of space.
To the demand of why 'believe in something', I ask 'why not'?
Big Uns, huh?...Hmmm, seems like a great place to have weekly A.S.S. meetings, albeit, perhaps a bit unprofessional...
...Speaking of unprofessionalism... As the regulars are aware, we had been put in contact with N.I.P.S. late last week. Our attache has reported that he received a scathing letter from a group identifying themselves as S.N.A.T.C.H. (Serendipity in Nicaragua And The Carribbean Hinterlands). It seems S.N.A.T.C.H was a bit ruffled upon learning that we had first contacted N.I.P.S. We aren't sure how the news leaked out, although we are told S.N.A.T.C.H. has an extensively clandestine and disciplined network of operatives(No loose lips in that organization to be sure).
Not to worry however, I rifled off a stern letter in reply. I can't quite place my finger on it, but something seems to be a bit fishy about this S.N.A.T.C.H. We at A.S.S. remain committed to the task at hand and feel we have a firm base of operation with which to lick the likes of S.N.A.T.C.H.
It should prove to be an interesting week. As always, I'll keep you all posted...
Dear Mr. Conch:
Please note that I am fully in support of the nude beach, provided it can be implemented with certain restrictions that preclude children or from being viewed by children. Other restrictions shoud limit the use of the beach to women, between the ages of 20 and 40, and none who weigh more than 140 pounds, with excellent tans.
Plans for the beach should include a bar with street access, with plate glass windows facing the sand and surf, both behind the bar, and from a series of semi-private booths. Run drinks should be served at discount, and exclusively on Thursdays.
Please advise the town council that I available to testify as an expert winess, all fees pre-paid, of course.
Fondest regards,
Jack "reep" Toad
Twisted Roads
Toad:
With your permission, I've attached your fine ideas to our agenda as an addendum... Although, my wife pointed out that we should be open to 18 and 19 year olds as well...weight limit still withstanding of course..
Dear Mr. Buffet:
I find myself compelled to note that your wife is rather openminded. Way to go... I myself live here on double secret probation. I can be thrown out on 2 seconds notice. Lately, there have been a few times where I was barely able to come up with the right answer to stop the timer.
Can you believe Conch is driving around aimlessly someplace, trying to text on Blackberry, or something. That boy does get himself into some fine fixes.
Fondest regards,
Toad
Living on borrowed time, in Toad Hall.
Here in Baltimore it is also said that shoes over a power line indicate the area belongs to a certain gang and/or drug dealer.
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