… totally collapsed on Duval, the island’s main commercial street. What with spring breakers avoiding Mexico, it’s madness out there.
Duval North (UD lives a few blocks from Duval South, the quiet end of the street) is always pretty raucous, with cruise shippers jostling frat packs on the narrow sidewalks — made narrower by whiskey kiosks and hawkers done up as pirates. But now it’s insane, and UD finds herself apologizing in advance to Mr UD (he arrives soon) for what he’ll soon endure beneath the noonday sun.