Higgs Beach between the pier and the Martello Tower was empty so I sat at a picnic table and soaked up the sun. White Street Pier was busy and I was content to watch the pier through 400 mm of telephoto. It used to be called solitude and now we call it social distancing.
East Martello Tower at the airport is pristine and in use as an excellent history museum.
I don't think Rusty would be quite so amenable to being held over that nasty dangerous stuff like the dog below.
The citywide outdoor mask ordinance has been lifted for the moment but masks must be carried and worn outside when social distancing isn't possible.
Other than coconut palms I was alone.