A convenience store with happy hour? Is that a deal?
For those that get confused and show up with winter clothing only, there is help at hand. Buy now, buy often.
A souvenir photo might be enough.
I cannot imagine how one views Key West by climbing off a ship, and seeing this and going no further. Fried food and stuff from China is not the real Key West.
Is this what one buys to remember the Southernmost City?
There was a simpler way back when they fished off this wreck.
It's tempting to think those were the good old days, until you get toothache or the electricity goes out and you're sitting in the dark and your fresh food isn't so fresh anymore.
I stopped by to see Curt at the Conch Fritter stand, another cog in the Historic Tours machine. Curt lives his own life on his boat, saves his money from his two jobs, paints and watches the sunset from the deck of his home. He has the real Key West figured.
Curt is the link to his story.
And he provides weary visitors a place to take a break with his fritters.
I am not a shop keeper by inclination but what I ask myself, does fifty percent off mean? Off what?
For many Key West is dust catchers and bars.
For others it's a small town easily explored by bicycle.
For those that live here the bicycle is the commuter vehicle of choice so they can get down to this corner of the island and sell the visitors that which they want. And odd stuff it is apparently.
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