Formation

We spent the day at Crandon Park, in Key Biscane, while daughter J was cramming for an exam.

We had the beach almost to ourselves, except for that flock of seagulls. They were all lined up and looking in the same direction. At what, I will never know. sorta freaky.

The scale of things here vis Europe never ceases to amaze me: the one beach today could probably encompass all of the ones on the riviera where we just were last month.