As you can see, the view from our executive suite of Biscayne Bay and Miami Harbor is spectacular - but it's not the Miami of my imagination and dreams. I had dreamed of men in old white fedoras, the smell of cuban rolled cigars, pastel painted art deco hotels on white sand beaches. From our hotel window, Miami is more pre-apocalypse Metropolis. The spires of the super rich cast shadows on the many poor and homeless of Miami.
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| View of Biscayne Bay and Miami Harbor from where I write |
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| Homeless camp 50 yards from our hotel under the Brickell Avenue Bridge |
So while Lauren attends the conference, I've been out searching for old Miami.
I didn't have to go far. Just below our hotel window was an ancient Tequesta Indian village site. I noticed some folks digging with hand tools in a huge empty lot and learned that a 600 million dollar development project had been halted as archeologists found a 2000-year-old Tequesta Indian Village with unique post-hole hut structures. The Tequesta Indians were likely living here when Ponce de León showed up in 1513. Much older than I was looking for but it was refreshing to think about this piece of land before the skyscrapers.
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| Tequest Indian Village site about to be covered by another big building |
A Haitian taxi driver suggested I would find a piece of old Miami at South Beach - also called SoBe - a strip party beach made up of the barrier reef islands off Miami proper. So with shorts and sunglasses, I set out first to check out the beach. I wanted to put my feet in the Atlantic just to celebrate having started this journey on the Pacific.
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| I found this great old life guard tower and lots of people sunning and swimming in the warm Atlantic |
The beach was hot and muggy -- so needing some refreshment I headed over to Ocean Avenue and found plenty of old. A bunch of great old art deco hotels from the 1930s. Had a beer and lunch at the Carlyle where the people-watching rivaled Venice Beach in Southern California.
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| The Carlyle Hotel |
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| Old Miami Cars in South Beach |
After South Beach I went looking for Old Miami in downtown. Lauren was busy for the evening so I went looking for a local joint. I found the oldest bar in Miami called Tobacco Road. Its been here 102 years and has managed to serve the good stuff continuously (even through prohibition). It's a real dive where the locals hang out, the food is good, local blues bands play and people are friendly and talkative. My kind of spot. The bartender sports a shirt that says - "we got lots of problems but staying open late isn't one of them." Tobacco Road stays open till 5am. The sad part is the land the bar sits on has been sold to a developer and within 36 months this old dive will be gone. Another skyscraper.
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Miami's Oldest bar at 626 S Miami Ave
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Fortunately I did not stay out till 5am so was able to head out for more old Miami the next day. From Downtown I walked several miles west along Calle Ocho to Little Havana. I wanted to get some hand rolled cigars, eat some Cuban food and see what's left of this Cuban enclave. The walk took me through some run down neighborhoods but I found lots of great murals and building art.
I was surprised to come across a memorial to the infamous Bay of Pigs event. We rarely think about the people who actually picked up weapons and went on this ill-fated mission. Leaving aside the politics and the CIA's mistakes, a lot of young men of the 2506th Brigade died in that event.
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| The Bay of Pigs Monument at 13th Avenue and Calle Ocho |
I went looking for the old Cuban cigar factories where old guys hand role stogies, but no luck. No one was rolling cigars when I was there. But I did find a good Cuban shop and got some good smelling cigars.
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| Little Havana Cigar Shop 1501 Calle Ocho |
I had lunch at local Cuban dive called El Pub where the locals were watching the world cup, the waitress was bossy and the cuban food was great. I had arroz con pollo and sopa de Platanos Maduros -which is yellow rice with chicken, fried plantains and ripe banana soup.
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| Too much food but very good |
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| Bossy waitress |
After lunch I visited the CubaOcho Art Center that was largely empty of people but filled with decor and art of what old Miami use to be.
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| CubaOcho Art and Research Center at 1465 Calle Ocho |
All in all this was a great journey into old Miami and even though the downtown streets are filled with kids driving BMWs, there are still hints of the way things use to be. But for now I've had enough of the city and am looking forward to getting back into the trailer and hitting the back roads as we head north and west. Sometimes there is somewhere to go that's not east.
