Summer in Key West, parking is available, heat as blanket, locals rule.
I rather liked the image of the speedster wheelchair. That's what I'd have liked had I been unable to get back on my feet:
Poetry in public places, Whitehead at Greene:
The water tank used to power Key West by steam:
Another view of the vast cylinder, from Front Street near Margaritaville:
A pigeon in a palm:
Margaritaville Resort Marina. I used to sail boats for hire out of here when it was the Westin:
People say there are fewer poinciana trees than in years past. It must be so but there are still some flamboyants flaming red:
Whitehead Street tourists shops designed for eager cruise ship passengers:
Key West all to myself (and Rusty). Lovely.