But I’m now remembering that it shares similarities with L.A. After picking up the rental car (which is ridiculously big for what my needs are on this trip), I drove down Highway A1A that follows the coast from Dania Beach to Miami Beach. The place reminds me of a Quentin Tarantino movie, so I played the soundtracks from “Pulp Fiction” and “Reservoir Dogs.”
But driving through Miami is like driving through L.A., except your car is stuck behind (a) tourists and (b) little old ladies. The whole drive took longer than expected, and I’ve decided not to go to Little Havana and eat lunch at Versailles. I don’t have time, and, besides, I did that nearly nine years ago.
Not to mention that traffic was even worse, due to some Yacht Festival going on this weekend. Here’s a picture I took from my car — while crawling in traffic and listening to the Tarantino soundtracks.
I’m now in South Miami Beach, which is like Santa Monica and West Hollywood put together — with all the traffic and parking woes. I’d been warned about grabbing food in South Beach, because things are overpriced. Here on Ocean Drive, that’s definitely the case — but I found a cute sandwich shop inside an Art Deco hotel, where they have free Wi-Fi in the lobby. Oh, and the lobby also has a baby grand piano. Good place to chill out for a bit after the traffic nightmare and overpriced parking. It’s almost 3:00 p.m., so I’ll check out the beach for a bit, then head onto U.S. 1 directly to Key West for the night.