Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Duval Street Unmasked

Well, how about that? St Paul's is still there on the corner of Eaton Street. I was in town with an hour to spare before an evening shift so I took my camera and my mask and went downtown to see what's what around five o'clock of an afternoon.
Rowdy visitors having fun in a  golf cart which leads one to wonder primly if they know this a real town they are driving squirrely in? 
A street encounter an a meandering conversation:
You can't wear a mask and eat at the same time:
The tarot reader who used to be here has bene replaced at last. I think it was about six years ago the dude got shot when he was visiting his family in Trinidad. That was a surprise. His booth has been empty for a while.
Not much business for street musicians, even violin players:
The main bars are still closed by state order, in this case the Bull is firmly sealed:
The mayor's race is finished but the signs linger on. Mayor Johnston blamed by Mark Rossi for bar closures, covid, mask rules and a slow economy beat him 60%  to 20%. I guess that settled that despite the lingering sign.
Lucy's Retired Surfer bar is gone leaving an opening for some other optimist:
Masks? 
More cruising not shopping:
Not too many people...
...and a high proportion of illiterates at that.



We don't seem to be in a hurry to get rid of this damned virus. I hope the vaccine comes our way soon, Not too soon for me. Well, it was nice being on Duval for a little while but I don't want to be around them until they wise up or I am made immune.  That may be a long time away. Sigh