How could one not be with a profile like that painted in a rich cream color that glows like gold in the sunset? But Nature has her gifts too in this area. I have no idea what these things are, though they looked like miniature nutmegs. That can't be right.
This is the cheerful and still blooming poinciana variously named that is still throwing splashes of orange around town.
The pineapple in Key West lore is a symbol of welcome, though I prefer to eat the few that I manage to grow in my garden as they are particularly sweet. This welcoming symbolic fruit seemed badly placed at a home apparently abandoned, to a bank maybe? and whose entrance was covered in fallen fronds. It looked very sad.
Hoe he gnarly. Really? How chill dude. So much of what passes for culture passes me by entirely in the modern world. My street cred must be at or below zero.
I thought perhaps it was a weight lifter with broken equipment but on closer inspection I think it is a paddler? And when it comes to mysteries this is one I hardly dare to ponder. How badly drunk was he that he abandoned his footwear at a pedestrian crosswalk?
Or is it performance art? I wish but in Key West alcohol takes precedence as an explanation when it comes to the inexplicable.
Now here's a store that seems to be doing quite nicely thank you and I have no explanation as to how a tuxedo shop thrives in this town which writes the definition for casual wear.
Cheyenne failed to thank the store owner for the water, he seated in a very Dickensian manner among his varied merchandise, but not at all like Uriah Heep. I have better manners than my dog, my late mother would be happy to know, so I took the time instead and was rewarded with a cheerful smile.
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