Notes from the Nemenator

and by vice, i mean pork. so many cuban sandwiches in 48 hours. also, a great deal of beach was covered by we three. There was the crowded (south beach at 4th):

and empty (state park on key biscayne):

we spent some quality time along the strip of art deco hotels on collins. a particularly nice set of fonts:

and then went back in the nighttime hours for a tour of the hotel bars. we found one that was entirely white. not like skin color, like fabric and paint. everything. blanco.

at vizcaya (see art app 101), we crashed a quincianera. it reminded me of my days as second clarinetist in cesar’s mariachi band.

in the end, we got some corporate seats to the heat. we are still recovering, and have yet to determine whether it was a shaq attack or o’neil offensive that left us sprawled in its wake.