Walking Like A Local

Gary and I needed to walk off the magnificent lunch at Pepe's so as we headed toward Duval I figured to pay back an earlier ambush on Lazy Way Lane.Customers were snagged at Bliss so Gary and I started to goof around until we were labeled as mere locals by the proprietor who showered my dog with affection. Then I introduced Gary to Sue and they started down a conversational path which left me on the sidelines. They talked about the best way to make, store and serve pesto, as one does apparently.Then we discussed Gay Pride week, one of the first of a whole summer series of gatherings and events to keep the tourists coming. Sue showed us some of her creations made from something called sea stone which she drills and decorates herself. Of course my wife knew exactly what I was talking about so I think it must be a woman shopper thing. I think she will like the ear rings.It seems Cleopatra passed through and misplaced one of her more florid necklaces in the store. Sue says it will definitely appeal to the more extroverted among us. As she isn't one of those she chose not to exhibit herself with this loud piece of work.A graduation gift, possibly. anyway Gary and I stood around for a while longer and when some customers sidled past us looking anxious we figured we had done enough damage for one day and moved on, despite Cheyenne's passionate desire to lurk on the cool tile floor a while longer. And that is how one is supposed to amble round key West, dropping in and dropping out leaving unfinished conversations behind as one goes.