The obligatory photo of your Trip-o-logue host and that
other guy.

The obligatory photo of a famous establishment. No, we
didn't actually go in.

The obligatory photo of another famous establishment
(Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville). Yes, we did eat here,
because you have to have the Cheeseburger in Paradise.

And a margarita.

Hibiscus vibrantus. Or something less
made up (the hibiscus part is accurate,
at least). On the edge of the Hemingway
property.

Um, um, um... we'll just call this one "purty flower in
random person's front yard."

All we did in Key West was walk, and this is pretty
typical of where we did that -- once we got off the
main drag and onto the very green, narrow, balconied
residential streets.

In the Key West Cemetery. Wow, and that's my birthday.
Like, exactly. (No, I won't tell you which date.)

It seems there are a lot of "famous" things associated
with Key West, because here's yet another: The daily sunset
celebration at Mallory Square -- which, except for the very
beginnings, we witnessed from afar and ahigh on the ship.

Our waiter, Adrian. (You have the same waiter every night,
who you chat with when he isn't busy, so you actually get
to know each other a bit.)

Our dinner buddies, the only other couple who was there
every night. Sure wish I could remember their names now,
but that bit of info is apparently gone. (If I had done
this in a timely fashion I wouldn't be having this problem.
D'oh.)

Our final towel animal of the cruise. And, obviously,
the coolest.

Our cabin hallway. It looked kind of
wacky with everyone's luggage sitting
outside their doors on the last night
to be picked up for... checkage, we'll
call it.