Duval St is where it all happens on Key West. It was buzzing with tourists, college kids on Spring Break and locals who looked like they hadn't moved from their barstools in the last twenty years.
We had a tasty Cuban pulled pork sandwich at Ana's Cuban Cafe, rode our bikes back to the beach, then drove 'home' to Fort Lauderdale via Miami in the most unbelievably dense and scary traffic either of us had ever seen - much worse than New York or LA. Sadly my camera battery ran out so there are no images of these experiences. Here are some baby alligators in the Everglades instead: