A still warm summer morning in Key West and the waters inside Stock Islands Safe Harbor are flat.
I had taken the car in to have the check engine light checked and while Mike did his thing Cheyenne and wandered across the street to see what we could smell.
Of humans there might have been none but we were not alone. I wasn't sure but I think my old dog is still a hot property among bored chained dogs. This one was clearly anxious to make her acquaintance and I couldn't fault him. As usual Cheyenne wanted no part of the encounter. Good girl.
I don't know if this is picturesque but it is I suppose as Key West Bight was in the glory days.Timeline Photos I am quite convinced most people walking the boardwalk who think romantic thoughts of the Key West history of the place would recoil in horror if they had to actually haul their fashionable backsides through this little lot. For this is what that I antique past looked like!
Nostalgia is a devil disguised as a romantic.