We were in this little resort town called Palm Beach Shores. We loved it; it was quiet, empty, and small though a bit eerie at night. The beach, private for the resort guests, wasn't very crowded, the Atlantic ocean was warm. We built a sand castle which we dubbed Shell's Keep and Nathan dug holes big enough to climb in and out of it. The distant sound of the ocean was therapeutic and the sunrises peaceful. We ate lunch or breakfast on our balcony, overlooking the pool and nearby beach. And I read a book on the beach almost every day...in short, we lived the dream.
We ventured to Miami on Friday. A colleague at work recommended that we check out world-famous South Beach and Miami features one of the (if not "the") largest concentration of Art Deco buildings. We headed downtown and oh man, we missed Palm Beach Shores. The streets were crowded with cars, pedestrians, and preying valets alike. Young adults and retired folks walked on the pavement and people hung from their ocean-view balconies. Bars lined the streets and girls danced on corners and tables to presumably attract business. The city was packed and parking was not to be found (at least at a reasonable price). After inching along the road, we decided this "college spring break" scene was not our cup of tea and we left. We met up with a friend of mine and went on a thriller speedboat tour around the harbor and into the ocean instead. It was a worthwhile decision.
I did get a peak at some nifty art deco buildings though. I would love to go back and explore the streets in the early morning to get a glimpse of the architecture void of traffic and pedestrians.
We got back this morning to windy, chilly Utah weather and we already miss Palm Beach.
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