Wilton Drive is one mile long and densely packed with good restaurants, neighborhood bars, and a genuine community energy that most Florida cities are still trying to build. Here's how to spend a day there.
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The coral-rock pillars at the entrances to Coral Gables — those rough, oolitic-limestone gateways at Granada, Douglas, and Alhambra — were quarried from the same ground that became the Venetian Pool. George Merrick had them built in the 1920s as part of a master plan that treated
Walk south on Howard Avenue around seven on a Thursday and you can read the entire social calendar of South Tampa off the sidewalk chalkboards. A wine bar two doors down from a Cuban sandwich counter, a tattoo parlor next to a pilates studio, a line of valet cones blooming at dus
The first thing you notice in Brickell is the wind. It rolls in off Biscayne Bay, threads between the glass towers along Brickell Avenue, and turns every street corner into a small weather system. The second thing you notice is that almost no one walks with their head down. Peopl
The lions don't roar. They sit, weathered green and a little uneven, at the center of a fountain that's seen nearly a century of Jacksonville weddings, prom photos, and Sunday afternoons. Cast from the same Florentine molds as their relatives in Loggia dei Lanzi, the three bronze
The orange blossoms come in late February, and for about three weeks the side streets between Park Avenue and Lake Osceola smell like someone spilled a perfume counter into the humidity. That is the moment a lot of Orlando residents remember why Winter Park exists. The rest of th
Drive east on Colonial from downtown Orlando and somewhere around Mills Avenue the signage changes. English gives way to Vietnamese, the strip-mall vernacular shifts from chain pharmacies to family-run grocers, and the parking lots fill with people carrying takeout boxes of pho t
Walk west from the downtown waterfront on Central Avenue and somewhere around 16th Street the city changes register. The buildings drop to one and two stories, the awnings start advertising vinyl and vintage Levi's, and a four-story mural of a heron or a stag or a woman with butt
Cross the Fuller Warren Bridge from downtown and the skyline thins out fast. Within a mile you're under live oaks, the streets curve to follow the river, and the houses get older and stranger — Prairie School, Tudor Revival, a few Mediterranean piles with tile roofs that have bee
The roosters get you first. They strut across 7th Avenue at noon like they own the place, descendants of birds that escaped cockfighting pits a century ago, and the city long ago gave up trying to remove them. They are protected now, technically, and they will hold up traffic on
The clack of dominos on the patio at Maximo Gomez Park is the soundtrack most people remember, but the detail that tells you where you actually are is smaller: the brass-plated star on the sidewalk outside a botanica, naming an exiled Cuban actress most of Miami has never heard o