At the End of the Road: Flamboyant Season in Old Key West
Flamboyant Trees in Old Key West

At the End of the Road: Flamboyant Season in Old Key West

There is something different about Key West in late spring. The snowbirds have gone north, the summer crowds have not yet arrived, and the island settles into a slower rhythm beneath great flamboyant trees blazing with red-orange blooms. After more than fifty years of returning to the island, I have come to believe this is the season when Key West is most itself.

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Cayo Hueso and Bollos

Key West, dangling like a yo - yo, at the end of a string of islands hanging from the bottom of Florida, is closer to Havana than to Miami. It seems to float on those tropical waters at the junction of the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico. At a crossroads. Control of Cayo Hueso, as it was often referred to, was passed back and forth between the Spanish and British, like fish gone bad. The Americans showed up in 1822 and claimed "The Rock" was theirs. No one complained. Bollos, that delectable black-eyed pea, deep fried fritter. Fresh made and piping hot. Reason enough to come to Key West.

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