When I was a travel editor I always looked for stories that had people in them. Someone once sent me a story about Sao Paulo, noting that it was a city of 18 million people and introducing me to none of them.
My tour of Miami is, by necessity, a bit of a whirlwind, so participants don't get to talk to many people. But on Saturday my friends from Minneapolis saw guests swimming in the Biltmore pool (the Venetian Pool was closed for renovations), a young man making cigars in Little Havana, young women posing for pictures in front of murals in Wynwood, and an older man walking down Indian Creek Drive in a fur hat, black overcoat and knee-high white socks. On Lincoln Road we were served by a Russian woman wearing a dirndl and watched as a man strolled by with two Burmese pythons around his neck.
