A Taste of Downtown Miami

Eric and I had yet to see any of what millions of travelers paid good money every October-May to fly across the country to see: downtown.  So on my last day in beautiful Miami, we leisurely woke up and drove down highway 1.

Unfortunately, that leisure time bit us in uncomfortable places as Eric’s roommate drove into town around 3 p.m. and we had to curtail our little tour of South Beach to get back to the bungalow.

While the gallery speaks for itself, Eric and I agree that his roommate’s arrival was extremely timely, as our expedition into the Art Deco district of South Beach forced us to cross paths with the biggest idiots we encountered all trip. Nowhere did we find a bigger concentration of entitled blowhards – and we didn’t even get out of the car. People strolled into the street without looking and gave us the stinkeye for having the nerve to drive where they walked. A car not fifteen feet in front of us pulled out from the curb and we had to slam on the brakes to keep from hitting him. Dude didn’t even notice. So for that, adios, South Beach. Hopefully forever.