Gray skies over that most famous of Key West landmarks:
This idiocy really annoys me with its cloying sentimentality. I shall never be a salesman even if my very life deepened on it.
A street washed and ready; fit for a bicycle:
Gross cigarette butt.
Happily Rusty thought better of it. Smart dog. no intervention needed from me.
More clean streets for cyclists, this time at the north end of Duval.
Cleaning Mallory Square for the day's crop of visitors.
Rain started as we got back into the car.
My car comes fully equipped: