Saturday afternoon we drove to Coconut Grove and went straight to CocoWalk to check out the Pan Am memorabilia at Palm Produce. I thought one of the 50s era travel posters would make a nice birthday present – especially for someone born in that decade. But we learned, sadly, they’re still not for sale.
We got back in the car and drove north on US 1 before cutting over to S. Miami Ave., which was red with royal poincianas. Growing up in New Jersey, I never realized that my birthday coincided with the flowering of flame trees.
Dinner at the River Oyster Bar: a dozen oysters followed by two fishes, one – mine – wrapped in bacon. Then a postprandial stroll through Mary Brickell Village. Three young women stood in Perricone’s parking lot in short beige dresses and matching mortarboards.
“What happened to the gowns?” we asked them.
“We had to give them back,” one of the graduates said.
But, they explained, they got to keep the caps. They made for a smart, educated look.
