Didn't stop this cigarette boat from blasting through a nearby no-wake zone.
Traffic on US-1 was creeping along even more slowly than usual.
We walked to the Market.
Some people-watching we could have done without. Guy on the right: "Pull up your pants, mister, you're old enough to know better."
Yves and I bought nothing, but Wayne got a bargain on some fishing line.
Maybe she's a mockingjay?
Sunday: We actually get out on the water to fish...stay tuned.