I found myself on the mainland one cold morning recently and walked my dog as usual, though temperatures were unusually cold for me, below 50 degrees.
Conventional Christmas decorations seemed to fascinate Cheyenne but I think it was the pole itself she liked. She was intent as I stood there trying to rub circulation into my frigid hands.
Need further proof? Check out the cheap rates for parking. Lost ticket? No problem.
Ft Myers calls itself the City of Palms. With good reason. When I lived here briefly a good many years ago downtown was not quite so nicely done up but the palms were everywhere.
A clean trash can and a bench you could actually lay out on. How civilized!