Welcome to Miami
Welcome to the Land of the Living Strange, the United States of Eccentrics and the Material Girl’s Mecca. The fact that Miami’s forefathers magically transformed what was a swampy wilderness into the pastel-hued, sandy, palm-tree swaying swath of land that it is today, was bound to set this most southeastern tip of America on a collision course with the surreal and the fantastic.
A magnet for decadence from the very beginning, the weird and the wonderful world-over have congregated here to sweat it out in this tropical playground. The plastic fantastic strut their stuff on the catwalk of Ocean Drive, the party girls find their stripper poles and pools of South Beach and the art geeks glower from the graffiti-laden walls of Wynwood.
But it’s not all pink flamingos and gaudy neon; Art Deco architecture abounds in this museum wonderland and vintage chic boutiques sit side-by-side with the world’s best dining. It is a glittering heaven and hell of the kitschy, the gritty and the sophisticated. Miami is like no place on Earth.
The appeal is universal and democratic; whether you’re a retiree or a rapper there is a den of inequity for you. From the colorful Cuban streets of Little Havana with the sweet beat of salsa and cigar smoke, to the teeming, heaving sea of flesh and flash cars that is Miami Beach.
Dance until the sun rises, feast your senses, frolic and be fabulous, and forget for a short time that there is even a rule-ridden world beyond this shimmering dream town of extravagance.
Gritty and graffitied streets gentrifying fast