Yes, more parkland in the downtown area.
An old Banyan tree, next to which the religious folks tended to hang out trying to save souls.
Haute couture in a shop window along the bustling waterfront area.
A downtown marina with the Salvador Dali Museum in the distance peeking through the masts.
A view back towards downtown.
Another of the natives poised for lunch or flight or both.
I guess he didn't like me standing so close.
Away he went.
His steely gray plumage was a perfect match for the steely gray water on this overcast day.
A downtown marina on the bay side.
Another of the locals hanging out.
As a New Englander accustomed to having to bury water pipes at least four feet underground below the freeze layer, I was struck by the blue painted water valve infrastructure accessible above ground everywhere. (If it was reclaimed water, the pipes were painted purple). I guess you can do that since it almost never gets below freezing here.
Overarching trees cover many of the streets in the Old Northeast.
More Halloweenies.
I saw many houses like this. I would enjoy calling this place home. I probably can't afford it but, I can dream - and it's not for sale anyway. I can see myself sitting in a rocker, pickin' my guitar, and saying hello to passersby on foot in this friendly town.
More Spanish Moss.
Not that anyone asked me but, I think it is a sacrilege to paint a double yellow line on a brick or cobble roadway - just sayin'.
And nearly 15,000 steps later, back to my hotel for some rest and wash-up. Yep, nice place this St. Pete.
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