It looks like a Lower Keys home set in a wide open field. Its not actually, its a home on a rather expansive lot not far from the cemetery.
I saw a palm frond poking through a typical picket fence and I saw the signs of impatient painting all over it. That put me in mind of my own skill level. At least the fence got a fresh coat, always important in this salt air, overly sunny damp climate.
Cheyenne and I crossed Truman Avenue and I went to check out this rather nice looking modern large frame Vespa. There are quite a few of these expensive scooters around town but I was however interested to note that this GT200 was quite possibly the ride of an employee at the porn shop. I guess wages are good in this trade even for clerks. Hmm...
This scooter probably belonging to some snowbird gone for the summer, put me in mid of a woman in a burqa, for whatever reason. There were no eye holes however.