Tuesday morning was not unlike Monday morning in the condo. Dan up first, Matthew second, and so on. Rob was the last to rise, and he only got up when, at almost noon, we told him that the maid had arrived. It’s a lazy vacation here for many of us!
Camille’s again for breakfast, then somewhat aimless wandering. Alex did find Scott Gruppe and bought a painting from him, and later in the day, Matt bought a piece we’d seen in a gallery a day or two before. Here are some photos from along the way.
We had a very pleasant lunch (only dessert for me!) at Kelly’s Caribbean Bar and Grille and then wandered over into the Truman Annex, a private condo development named for Harry Truman, who spent a fair bit of his presidency vacationing here.
Our only real goal yesterday was to tour the Little White House. We had a genial and knowledgeable guide who made, perhaps, too many jokes at the expense of the “youngsters.” Rob was certainly the youngest in the room, but Alex and I probably took the silver and bronze. Let’s just say that the tour didn’t move too quickly. I couldn’t take photos in the house, but I can best describe it as quintessential fifties, but not the good kind. Far from mid-century modern, it was more like early Archie Bunker.
After our tour, we wandered over to the dock area to look for restaurants. More key lime pie sampling.
Foxy had in mind a place that we might eat, but when we saw it, we decided it might be more of a lunch option than a good dinner place. It was a little too salty for us. We popped into a couple more galleries, and I think today we’re going to go back over to that area to look in a modern furniture store.
Five of us had dinner at La-Te-Da, which though a little slow, was quite good as well as reasonably priced for a nice restaurant on Duval Street. Afterward, we came back to the condo. Dan had called it a night early, and I was soon in following him, but Mark, Foxy, Rob, and Alex stayed up playing Hearts until midnight. After Alex wiped the table with them, Mark turned in while Alex and Rob stayed up a while to chat, and Foxy dashed off to the bar to see who was out and about. With any luck, they rental agency will fix our pool heater today; I might actually get in the water once it warms back up.
By the way, I thought I’d try using “large” images on this post versus the “medium” setting I had been using. I may have to go back to medium; these look a little too big.