Thom and I had hit Nordstrom Rack earlier in our visit but neither of us had patronized the high end shops in Palm Beach. While he agonized over the selection of $135 flip flops (on sale!) at Neiman Marcus, Christine and I enjoyed a free beverage, branded of course.
Thousands of silk butterflies hung above the department store's escalators.
We also took a leisurely stroll along a nearly empty Worth Avenue.
Afterward, we drove to The Breakers for drinks and tapas, where we'd had a miserable experience getting a table last December. There's definitely something to be said for off-season.
Our over-the-top bar crawl began in the Seafood Bar, which overlooks the Atlantic and where the well-trained staff delivers the bill in a wood wallet.
The blue crab nachos were deeelish.
And the lemon drop martini--mixed with an Episcopalian proportion of alcohol--helped me forget how much they cost. Bottoms up--thanks, Christine!
We polished off another round of drinks and five plates, including two desserts as rich as the crowd, at HMF. An i-Phone 5 camera just couldn't capture the beauty of the grand Florentine room without a flash. Self consciousness didn't afflict me outside, however.
I'm sitting on the edge of our Mustang convertible. It projects this iconic image on the pavement when you open the door!
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