Ponce de Leon was confident he had found the fountain of youth. Ignorant to any other truth. In a cosmic form perhaps he did. These buildings are rebuilt every few decades and the young families bring their off spring to see the way it was back in the day. Like really back in the day.
Like a blacksmith's shop in a wooden building.
Did someone say supper. Come on now the light is fading.
Eat fast them, mosquitoes'll carry it off.
Main drag through town.
Mr,. Flagler and his hotels, big time, 'til the damn Hurricane. Who know that f**&^%g bridge would deflect water and wipe out an entire population of that key. 'How did they get there?' On your train big boy.