Sunday, 3 June 2012
adjusting to a different time
We seem to be well positioned on the main drag. We can fall out onto the sidewalk straight into a bustle of restaurants all along the Ocean Drive.
It's quite a while since I was in this part of Miami and it seems to have raised its game from the sometimes razor edges between the good areas and the others.
It was still difficult to find a parking space and I had visions of the freshly hired Mustang being towed to a corral somewhere within the first few hours in town.
Fortunately, the sheriff put in a good word and everything is fine.
And I've worked out that this is a town for the night owls. I don't think Sunday really stopped until about 4am on Monday.