At the daily sunset celebration you’ll see people pointing, selfie-ing, and just generally staring to the west, as the sun makes its way down the horizon and the sky turns nearly every shade in the rainbow. And boy, is it pretty. And super duper weird.
George and I first went to Key West a coupla years ago, and we weren't quite sure what to expect from the gathering…perhaps a quiet, peaceful, reflective moment? Umm, not on your life. Let me assure you that the sunset celebration is the perfect excuse (oh wait, in Key West there is never, ever need for an excuse) for the Key West weirdos to come out of the woodwork (oh wait, they were never in the woodwork). Do a 360 and you’ll no doubt spot: a cat circus, a flea circus, a man eating fire, a man juggling fire, magicians, musicians, artists, and everyone in between, who all set up camp to amuse you, to put a snake on you, and maybe score a few bucks from adoring fans along the way. In short, the sunset celebration has pretty much the makings for the best, most wacky, game of Eye Spy ever.
Key West is just wholly unburdened by trying to live up to any kind of social norms; it's very "live and let live" and the sunset celebration kind of encapsulates everything that makes the island so much fun and so very one-of-a-kind.
In fact, it's so fab I should probably just gather up George and Duke right now, head south, and become the Eye Spy Lady on Mallory Square. Who needs harsh Philly winters and general societal judgement when this is the alternative? I think my mass fan base is already forming; I'll gladly accept tips.