Daytona Beach, not Miami.
I boarded the wrong train in Jacksonville, went up nord first. It was a bit of a Tati scene, I decided to go with the crowd, as a believer in assimilation. That's how I ended up in the wrong city.
But I drove back south.
Somebody said me to tonight: "I understand that you don't want to be in New York, but here everything is peaceful and calm. Except for Corona, but she is on her way out well."
The beach was rather dirty, but indeed, besides that the rest of the world, I would say the rest of the country doesn't seem to exist here.