Someone asked me yesterday how I would describe Key West.
My first instinct was to say it’s New Orleans, without the majority of the foul stench, crime, music, and Cajun food. But if you take all that away, it’s not really New Orleans now is it?
Key West is it’s own little world, and that’s the best way to describe it. Complete island atmosphere, incredible food, more bars than you can stagger through in 3 days, and any and all kinds of tourist shops, hand-rolled cigar stands, and anything else you can imagine on a little street called Duval. And it’s a cardinal rule that if you’re going to spend any time at all on Duval street in Key West, it’s a good idea to have a wingman (or woman) to make sure you don’t accidentally end up in one of those bars where all the sweaty old guys are watching all the sweaty young guys prance around in speedos.
That’s right. Prance.
And to be honest, it happens to a majority of hapless tourists wandering around Duval Street, simply trying to find a drink, and walking through the first open door that looks (somewhat) like a bar. They’re not exactly marked well. It’s entirely possible that you could stagger in such an establishment, alone, in search of a beer, and come out with a few phone numbers, a five dollar bill stuffed inside your belt, a look of confusion and a twinge of guilt. You’d know something terribly wrong just happened, but you now have five dollars so you’re not going to question it.
Which actually describes an internet date I had once, but I digress.
During this particular trip, I had the very cool opportunity to work with photographer extraordinaire Kirsten Larsson of KirstenAlana.com. She’s an excellent photographer, a complete and total travel buff, has the ability to both endure a road trip with me and serve as a bodyguard on Duval Street against all characters of questionable morality. I’ll proudly work with her again anytime.
* Side thought ~ If you’re ever in the Miami, Florida area picking up someone from the airport, and just happen to get bored waiting on said person’s flight to show up, and want to drive around looking for thrift stores, hear me when I tell you to completely ignore that urge. Google Maps led me to what was supposed to be a Goodwill, but in reality was Bubba’s House of Bouncing Bunnies, I can only assume which was shut down due to the bullet holes in the door and the crime scene tape strung across the parking lot. It’s not the safest area in the world really.
For those of you (lucky enough to be) unfamiliar with my first encounter with Key West as a photographer, you can read about that here.
For everyone else already inducted into my Really Awkward and Wayward Ramblings story club, or R.A.W.R, you’ll be slightly disappointed to know that there was in fact no attempt made to relocate the rock ray during this trip. Perhaps another day.
Trish and Joe, your wedding was perfect. Sincere thanks for the opportunity to spend some time in one of my all time favorite places, with some really, really great people.
*wedding held at Fort Zachary Taylor state park
* reception held at The Rooftop Cafe