I don’t know if you can see it, but there was a guy at the bar last night wearing a Hawaiian sort of shirt with JFK’s face all over it. I took pictures specifically for you, ratsoff
Thursday night jazz and sazeracs? Don’t mind if I do.
Intriguing in both name and location, St Petersburg is the antidote to the suggestion that – beyond the cosmopolitan confines of Miami – Florida has plenty in the way of warm weather, soft beaches and gravity-defying rollercoaster rides, but little discernible culture.
The Independent thinks you should come visit me, too.
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