Miami's Bicardi's Building
There's such a mix of people from the wealthy cuban immigrants, new poor immigrants with multiple children, Muslims, Anglos, Americans (I mean those of us who have been here and integrated for more than 100 years!), and the horribly destitute and homeless.
We were horrified to see groups of the homeless like we've never seen before just a couple of blocks away from the Fair lining the wire fences of a car lot. They were sitting on blankets, wrapped in blankets or cardboard boxes, or just sitting on the hot concrete while we circled in our Mercedes looking for a place to park. DH and I felt the shock and the guilt of seeing them like a hot wave of sickness. He kept say, "Just look at them. They're homeless. I've never seen anything like this!" I was ashamed of our car. I felt like I had intruded on them...as if I were invading their privacy...or desecrating their souls by just passing by them as if they were chosen for such a trial in life and I wasn't worthy. It was a feeling like I've never known except when I've visited the dying.
As we left the City to come home last night, I think we both carried so many things with us. I only bought one book..."Something Red," by Jennifer Gilmore, which I can't wait to read and review for you. A new vision of Miami the City and its people. I found a reawakening of love for authors I already loved. And, a renewed sense of the homeless and poor in our country. I also was confronted head-on with that dilemma of Muslims who reside in America and how to feel about the whole thing. And, I left with that touch of wide-eyed, child-like joy of having been completely absorbed in books and bookish people for hour upon hour. I also have a logo mug for my coffee!! :]
It was a wonderful day that I still need to absorb and sort out.
Let me know what you think. And, what's your favorite pair of shoes???
Your Bookish Dame/Deb