Every evening we intended to go and watch the sunset . . . and every evening our inability to get our act in order meant we were eating/drinking/chatting to that nice (slightly tipsy?) couple from Jersey City . . . and then it was dark.
So the last evening, in plenty of time, we took a meandering walk through shady residential streets - heading purposefully west. The streets away from Duval and Truman are so quiet - lined by larger Victorian houses with their inviting shady porches and tree-filled front yards mixed up with the narrow, brightly painted conch houses.
You know the sort of conversation you start having - "We could work from home . . . easily. I could do some bar work. It would be great - we could live here!!" (We later saw some real estate magazines. There goes that dream).
Anyhow, despite succumbing to the odd tempting cold beer and margarita around the harbour, we made it to Mallory Square with half an hour to spare. This is why the rest of the town is so quiet! So there's the guys selling overpriced paintings, the interesting jewellery . . . (hey, if lots of tourists are gathered in one place sell 'em stuff)- some of it even looked OK. The street theatre is distracting - the performers we saw were very amusing or it might just be me who finds beagles doing tricks that funny.
And then the sun starts to plummet from the sky. Either I don't watch many sunsets (and I guess I don't) but when the sun gets close to the horizon it really seems to speed up!! We had a great spot sat on the water's edge - you're surrounded by hundreds of people doing the same thing but it seemed curiously peaceful for those few minutes as the orange glow spreads across the water.
I liked it.