Naples

I don't have too many pictures yet of Naples. My jaw is still dragging the ground in awe. The homes here are way beyond the level of McMansions, they are pure examples of ostentation. We used to rich just having a boat, any boat, but this place makes us feel like we came from the projects. No denim is allowed outside the dock area and shorts are only allowed in small areas of the club. It is by far and away the most elegent place, outside of museums, that we have ever been inside. David even admired the fit and finish of the millwork, high praise indeed. I've never seen anything that compares to his level of quality. They obviously hired another perfectionist. The down side of all this wealth is that they appear to be boring people. Every club has Happy Hour and as mentioned in the last post, we try to contribute whenever we can. This Saturday, however, we were the only ones in the bar and we shut it down at 7:15. The bartender stayed late so we could finish our drinks. We told him about our little ol club in Ft. Walton and he actually wished this club was like ours. So did we! Of all the clubs we've visited, Bradenton is the only one that has a chance of luring us away but no club can compare with our level of sailing opportunities. Our bay is definitely the best for sailing.