I sat up in bed wakened from a deep sleep
and it was five o'clock in the morning.
Only one thing to do;
Go for a
Medium-old city hall wrecked by hurricane Wilma.
Due to be demolished sometime soon.
Named for a long serving city clerk.
Lost, like the building to history.
The tricycle creaked past before I got my camera together.
Cheyenne loping alongside looked cute.
This one came out better in the end.
Someone left the gate open behind the San Carlos.
Danger Will Robinson!
Though Will Robinson had other dangers on his mind.
I discovered these beauties cost eighteen dollars a day to rent.
I guess inflation creeps up as I thought they were half that.