What am I doing in our hotel room at 2:45 P.M.? Having a glass of wine for starters. If our view was of the ocean, it would seem justified, but our view consists of tanned young men in hard hats operating heavy machinery repairing the street… not totally bad, come to think of it.
I did do a beach walk this morning (soft sand here so different from Daytona), then we plotted our course to the Museum of Contemporary Art in North Miami — only to find it is closed for a show change till March 17. Grrr. So off we went to the next choice: the Wolfsonian in South Beach. Interesting collection of 1940’s nationalist and propaganda art, accumulated by an eccentric collector.
Then we had some gelato and headed back to the room for lunch consisting of last night’s leftovers. (Desert before meals is a special vacation practice of ours — and sometimes desserts instead of meals.)
I was going to browbeat Jim into accessing our beach chairs, but we are really so-so about beaches… seems like you just get all settled in and you have to go to the bathroom. Maybe we’ll go sit by our pool, which is really a delightful little garden.
Speaking of eccentric collectors, I did some business on the phone this morning with an auction house in Maine. They are interested in moving one of our collections, so that could be exciting. I’ve never worked with an auction house before.
By the way, there are a few things I might change about this hotel and about the neighborhood, but I have to say THE WEATHER ROCKS. The breezy 80+ temps are JUST what I was fantasizing about in gray Rochester. So, as always, SMILING.