The Southernmost Point of the Continental United States sits there quite ignored in September. Give it a few months and the lines will be endless for the photos that prove the presence of the vacationer at this hallowed spot. Right now one can get pictures totally alone right here. Cuba they keep repeating is 90 miles away, closer than the nearest Walmart. I listen to Cuba on my car radio, Radio Rebelde, La Voz de la Revolucion, at 620am. It's not the voice that was broadcast on the go from the Sierra Maestra 60 years ago when Castro was hopeful and Batista was corrupting everything. Bourgeois broadcasting is creeping into advertising-free Cuban airwaves. I wonder how long before Walmart buys time on the Voice of the Revolution.
The unfortunate side of visiting quiet and peaceful Key West right now is that quite a few places are closed for their annual vacations. Want a crêpe? You'll just have to wait a few weeks. I went past the place now calling itself a French Café and they were closed till mid October. Art galleries don't all close.
Many restaurants choose this time of year to close for a break, including Bobalu's on Big Coppitt, when the crowds are less and everyone can get their breath back before the next round of craziness. Besides, some years hurricane evacuations wreck September tourism.
Summer rain, clouds and a time to see a slightly different Key West. It's all good- don't you loathe that cliché?
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