The Bakery on a Sunday Afternoon

In this country it's called a "line". In other places I think it's referred to as a "queue". Whatever it's called, the Baklava and other pastries looked delicious.
We were in Tarpon Springs, historically a sponge fishing village settled by Greek immigrants. If you're old enough to remember the '50s vintage b&w movie Beneath the 12 Mile Reef (with a very young Robert Wagner) this is it.
The extra is of a deck hand on an excursion boat taking tourists out to the sponge beds. I also met Aiden, a young man from Belfast, who had just signed on one of the local boats for the season.
SIL and niece appear to be enjoying their time in the Sunshine State. I know I'm certainly enjoying having them with us ... and, as I have been known to observe, the adventure through the viewfinder continues.