Sleeping in. It’s 9:30 before we get up. We skim the papers then decide to go to the clubhouse for breakfast. I get a Southern Benedict—eggs benedict done with a sausage patty. Pretty good. The place is swarming with kids. The long weekend has brought families down to visit. Marianne reports that more young people are moving in. They no longer offer a benefit for new members under 60.
We go back to give Archie, the parrot, fresh water before heading out. We wander over to A1A, which runs east of the intracoastal waterway along some of the most exclusive housing in this part of Florida, past Donald Trump’s place and up to Palm Beach. This is the part of A1A that Don and the Florida Bicycle Association went to court over. They lost the battle but won the war. FDOT now has to include a bicycle lane when they are redoing a road unless there is some overriding reason that they can’t acquire the land. Downtown PB isn’t my cup of tea so we go to the more downscale West Palm Beach and its main street. It is sad to see the empty storefronts and restaurants, but there were a fair number of people out and about. We go home down the Dixie Highway, otherwise known as Highway 1. Much less picturesque than A1A, but much faster.
We sit and talk, watch a bit of TV, eat some snacks and the go to Senor Burrito in Del Ray Beach for dinner, our treat. We had eaten there when we were here 3 years ago and liked it. The restaurant has expanded but it is still good.
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