But every day, when I venture out onto Lincoln Road to get my morning coffee and newspapers, or walk the five or so blocks down to the beach, I see astonishing people and places unlike those on any other street in the world, and every day I return to the apartment in a state of shock and awe.
This blonde with the improbably long legs and hair and impossibly high heels has got the South Beach fashion vibe down perfectly--accessorized by a small fluffy dog (sometimes dyed to match the owner's hair) and maximum exposure of skin.
Risking a broken neck on the cement.
Every day I see the armless artist who paints with his feet.
He works in the shadow of the church that doesn't reject anyone.
People on Lincoln Road often have unusual pets.
And unusual fashions, like this gentleman who wears this outfit every day.
And a farmer's market of organic, locally grown produce.
No wonder everyone turns up on Lincoln Road sooner or later when they get tired of snow and winter. One day I even spied Santa Claus sitting in the sun on the grassy knoll.
But then in the next block I saw this guy (below).