We left the party in the park and headed to Himmarshee Village for the Dead of the Dead celebration. It was moved this year from Huizenga Plaza to Esplanade Park, a much better venue, more secluded and contained, free from the bridge traffic on Andrews Ave. A large crowd gathered around the stage, where a choir of adorable Mexican children had assembled, and spread onto a closed-off 2nd Street. The procession soon headed down 2nd, made up of people in costumes and elaborate face paint. Their ranks were interspersed by large skeleton puppets, each one manipulated by a team of handlers. Dusk made the scene even more atmospheric.
Saturday we attended our neighborhood’s semi-annual “Party in the Park,” which was shorter this year – 2-5 – and better attended than in the past. We talked to a young woman who grew up in South Florida and was planning to move to North Carolina – she didn’t like all the development and wanted to be around nature – and a man who moved here from Philadelphia and liked the fact that there were more and more things – bars, cafes, etc. - that he could walk to. He said that every Friday he and three friends walk to lunch on the beach and then walk back. The entire outing takes about three hours. But, he said, it’s a pleasant walk, most of it along Las Olas. He did add that he takes a towel in summer to wipe off his sweat before entering the restaurant.
The other evening, taking advantage of the nice weather, Hania and walked to Tarpon River Brewing. On the way I reflected that my dream was always to live within walking distance of a bar, a bakery, and a bookstore – and now, in a way, I do. The bagel shop on 7th Street is now open – selling enormous, oddly shaped discs – and a few blocks south of it sits Bob’s News, which along with newspapers and magazines stocks an impressive collection of paperback books. (Though I’ve never bought one, and always drive there for the weekend Wall Street Journal.) And yesterday, walking home from the Fort Lauderdale Forum, I learned that the jazz club on 6th Street is going to reopen. So add music to my ambulatory mix.
My friend Pam stayed for the weekend, with her partner Marguerite, and I gave them my tour of Miami – starting with Coral Gables before her reading on Friday. Only minutes after entering the city, Pam pointed out something I had never noticed before. As we left Miracle Mile, and waited in traffic on Coral Way, city hall on the left, a two-story apartment building on the right, Pam said, “I’ve never seen stone shutters before.” And looking over, I saw that the apartment building had what looked like shutters but were inlays of decorative brown stones. It will now be pointed out on every tour.
Yesterday heat advisories were issued for Miami-Dade and Broward counties. Late in the afternoon, I went out on the balcony to read. Because of the cloud cover, there had been no sun for a few hours, so it was not unbearably hot. In fact, after I had adjusted to the warm embrace, after the air-conditioning inside, it felt rather pleasant being outside. Then a soft rain started to fall, which cooled things down even more. I started to feel a little uncomfortable in my T-shirt and went inside for a long-sleeved shirt.
The new plaza on Las Olas Boulevard is nearing completion, a small but integral piece of land over the Kinney Tunnel that, despite its size, will have a street running through it: SE 6th Avenue. The street was there before but I assumed that the plaza would eliminate it. That, really, is the definition of a plaza: a space free of traffic for people to congregate in. The City of Fort Lauderdale has spent over a year and millions of dollars to construct a plaza that will have cars passing through it. I was puzzled when the ground floors of the riverfront condos filled with gyms and conference rooms instead of restaurants and cafes – à la San Antonio – but that was a (mostly) missed opportunity beyond the city’s control. This latest downtown development is a corruption of public space – new, planned, landscaped public space – that is beyond comprehension.