Our next stop was Mount Dora, a Florida town we'd had our sights on for a while. But when we've tried to visit in previous years there's always been something to scupper our plans. Most recently an art fair - which they seem to do a lot of - clogging the streets. It's not called "Festival City" for nothing. You could kiss goodbye to parking anywhere. This time we had more luck. In fact Mount Dora more than proved its worth. For starters there was the sort of lunch place I look for in my dreams.
Shaded courtyard, tinkling fountain, decent food - snapper, lobster bisque, the works. We had walked around looking for some little hidden place off the main drag and saw umbrella tops peering over a fence. It was called The Goblin Market. It sounded as if it belonged in one of the tweer parts of Cornwall but it was a very pleasant surprise..
The town was full of quaint shops.
And after lunch we took in the Modernist Museum, with an exhibition about Memphis group design - lots of thought-provoking invigorating stuff - bright colours and stark shapes, the sort of furniture you wouldn't fill your house with (unless you were David Bowie, who'd owned a lot of the objects) but have just one piece as a feature. Although even that might be too much for hubby. All somehow unexpected in a small town in Florida.
The "Modernist Museum Shoppe". Something distinctly "only in America" about that one.
And then, the next day, we trundled into Golden Beach ...