This looks like a carriage house to me. Horseless. When I was a kid, my grandmother still had one. No horses.
Have never gone into the Black Dog Bar and Tables. Cigar bar.
Back on the balcony, 9:03
Number 3 Bridge
The eagle is on the branch
Looking out the car window as I left at 2:30
Final photos as I headed back to my miserable, non-kayaking life. Hopefully, I would be back soon.
And I was, as I finish this Tale on March 16. having spent the weekend in Cedar Key. But, those Tales will have to wait.