That was close. We almost missed the Early Bird. Fortunately, we were able to out-maneuver another couple. Those walkers can be tricky on high curbs.
When people ask the great Jimmy Buffet, "exactly where is Margaritaville?", he is quick to tell them that it is anywhere they want it to be. This leaves those of us with limited itineraries to dream big and hang that handle on any place that suits us. On hearing that, we took immediate license to consider Naples to be our version of this Valhalla of song. Of course this is a bit of a stretch, which is why we had to come up with ArnoldPalmerville. Sort of an age-appropriate rendition. And age is a key variable here in APV, which has been called by some cheeky wags, God's waiting Room. And while this may well apply to some parts of the Sunshine State, Naples has a number of attributes that tend to set it apart.
To say that Naples is upscale is no misnomer. The Bentley dealership tends to set the bar. Then there are the merchants, who collectively offer the best of everything. Who goes to the beach to buy expensive jewelry? Apparently plenty of Neopolitans. And then there are the restaurants. While you might see a few fast-food outlets (the help has to eat somewhere), the number of toney eateries, like the stars in the heavens, defies counting. We suspect that the top grade kitchens in the thousands and thousands of condos are among the most pristine and un-used on the planet.
Gotta run. Today is Donut day and they have just arrived.
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