Every evening in Key West, crowds gather in Mallory Square and sailboats gather on the water to watch the sun go down. There's usually a whole lot of chaos and a ton of vendors and performers all vying for your attention. We paused to watch a crazy frenchman and his cats jump through flaming hoops and I was called up to assist at one point. He kept calling me "Mary," and it took me awhile to realize that he was talking to me. Awkward.
