TUESDAY FEBRUARY 16TH

We hoofed it down to the bus stop about ½ mile away from the marina and caught the 8:11 a.m. bus to Key West. $3 one way.





























Once in Key West we rented bikes and cruised around Old Town.


















Stopped at Margaritaville for a cold one.


























Just outside of Margaritaville was a street vendor selling her jewelry. It was made with antique keys and very unique. Tami bought a necklace from her.















The sun came out and for the most part it was a
nice day. We didn’t need jackets until later on.



















It was a fun day wandering around. Shopping, people watching, snacking and bar
hopping.
















One of our last stops was the Schooner Wharf Bar for oysters. This band member on the left looked vaguely familiar. Things are still a bit fuzzy from Valentine’s evening, but we think the guy on the left was the singer from the band that night at The Dockside. Now you really know who to blame.





























There was a guy who sold hand rolled cigars in the bar area. There were many different flavors. The cigars we displayed in the front of an old wooden cart. The back part of it had a flat area where he could roll the cigars while he sat. Mark bought a few from him but hasn’t smoked them yet.














Makes you kind of wonder??











We returned the rental bikes late in the day and then headed towards the pier for sunset. The pier at sunset is full of activity. There are many street entertainers performing all sorts of things. There was even a guy with house cats that he had trained, as much as one could train a house cat, to walk on a tightrope and jump through a fire hoop.



































Caught this guy tuning his guitar. Remember the 60's group Question Mark and the Mysterions? Think he could be the guy?










With a bucket this size, I think his expectations far exceed his talents and the audiences appreciation.
























We stopped at Sloppy Joe's for something to eat and listen to their band. Sloppy Joe's is supposedly where Ernest Hemingway hung out back in the day. The band was more of a comedy routine put to music than anything and got pretty raunchy at times. We felt somewhat embarrassed because of the number of children whose parents had brought them in there.




















It was then time to start our journey home. It was a long bus ride back to Marathon and then the half mile walk back to the marina. Our tails were dragging but we had a fun day.