Pub crawling on Duvall Street, joining Hemingway's ghost for cocktails at Sloppy Joes, and visiting his house, and the Southernmost point. Of course, not to forget where Tennesee Williams wrote some of his finest plays, and the fine old mansions that made it through the worst of Hurricanes. This is what makes up Key West. The last time I was there I was a mere 16 year old. I remember that is was always a party. We took the Key West Express right from our back bay and from there it was coctail history, informable and fun. We even got Mardi Gras beads.