As most of you know, Key West is a unique locale with unique people. We experienced that today in spades, as we ventured forth once more to downtown, hoping to take the Conch Train tour (alas, they denied us tickets because of Buddy). So we ended up walking Duval Street all the way to the Southernmost Point. A long walk that showcased the weird and the wonderful that is Key West.
We saw oddities galore, as follows:
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| Crazy lady pedicab driver |
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| Doggie street performer looking for a handout. I was hoping he would play the guitar... |
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| Hey, they serve fetishists here, and you can have multiple partners in a private room, according to the sign! Hoo boy. |
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| A truck that thinks it's a boom box. |
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| This guy told the most disgusting joke I have ever heard after Beau gave him a buck. I just walked away, shkeeving. |
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| A one-armed bandit on a porch. Why? Why ask why? |
Of course, we saw some normal things, too. Like cruise ships, the Hemingway house and the Naval Station entrance, the Southernmost Hotel and beach, and so on.
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| Beau and Buddy at southernmost beach... |
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| and at the southernmost point, with wonderful sparkling water as a backdrop. |
We are also trying to get into the Christmas spirit back at the homestead -- Beau hung some lights on the tiki bar and I put a Santa wreath on the back of the RV. We still have to figure out how/where to spend Christmas.
There's always the Schooner Wharf Bar, I suppose!
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| You can see the Christmas lights through the windshield. |
Some good news -- temps will be in the 70s this week. Hallelujah!
Tanks, Panky
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