Today I longed to be away from the craziness of South Beach ..
I don’t want to hear house music for oooh, a few years? 
hehe
After walking up and down Lincoln and Collins avenue I decided to try and find the art district.. had heard good things about it. But the Cuban taxi driver told me if i wanted cafes and small stores I should check out this place across the bridge called “Coconut grove”.. so off we went!
I didnt take a great picture of the town itself .. so here’s one I stole off the internet to give you an idea ..
I grew up near a small quaint town called ‘Ledbury’…
So I feel at home in small towns like this 
Found a small sushi cafe, enjoyed a good lunch and took in the fresh air, peace and quiet.
Some days, like today, I just want to be alone, think, explore… I don’t want noise or chatter around me.
I want to wander the streets and see what I can find..
and I found some lovely places and things
If you’re from Miami and wanna check it out:
facebook.com/salerack
This was my big find today —>>> <3
Must say I am loving the colours in Miami…
Yes, Shu Shine.. I wondered if it was spelt Shu on purpose?!
Just fell in love with this little barber shop. Only in America would you get this!!
On the way back over the bridge saw these crazy ‘things’ in the distance..
Rumour has it that Star wars creator George Lucas himself was inspired by these when he came to Miami..
EPIC!
Well I must say its been a good day.
I’m going to leave you with the wonderful Joni Mitchell
“Sparkle on the ocean
Eagle at the top of a tree
Those crazy crows always making a commotion
This land is home to me.
I was talking to my neighbor
He said, “When I get to heaven, if it is not like this,
I’ll just hop a cloud and I’m coming right back down here
Back to this heavenly bliss.”
You see those lovely hills
They won’t be there for long
They’re gonna tear ‘em down
And sell them to California
Here come the toxic spills
Miners poking all around
When this place looks like a moonscape
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya…
Money, money, money…
Money makes the trees come down
It makes mountains into molehills
Big money kicks the wide wide world around.
Black bear in the orchard
At night he’s in my garbage cans
He’s getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him
He’s got a right to roam this land.
I feel like Geronimo
I used to be as trusting as Cochise
But the white eyes lies
He’s out of whack with nature
And look how far his weapons reach!
Spirit of the water
Give us all the courage and the grace
To make genius of this tragedy unfolding
The genius to save this place. “
