It looks like something the Romans would have built. Before the train line came through, the Keys were all remote islands. Horizons on both sides are punctuated by islands of green. The sea is bright variations of aquamarine that glow like Capri's Blue Grotto. Finally, the road trails off into Key West which, again, is a blend of disrepair and elegance.
People come down here to be lazy and tend to do it well.
The main goal was to visit Ernest Hemingway's home. This is where he lived during some very productive years from 1931 to 1940. Papa's writing studio is upstairs over the guest house out back. In his day, it was reached by a catwalk so narrow and rickety that others were discouraged from visiting. His writing was done under the watchful glass eyes of a large mounted gazelle's head.