Tuesday, May 19, 2015

the beach

in Miami.  Here for thirty six hours, or so, before getting a flight to Cuba.  It's pleasantly off-season, or so it seems.  I have the door open to my balcony and can hear the Atlantic crashing against the shoreline.  I walked a fair way down the boardwalk this evening - a curious combination of hyper-fit people and women teetering along on the highest possible stilettos.  Tomorrow it's museum time, when I figure out the transport system ...

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