When I was 11, my family moved from England to Northern California, where I lived until moving to Paris at the age of 25. Having spent most of my formative years on the Left Coast, I had been misinformed about the great state of Florida. I mean, I love the opening credits to Miami Vice (which, incidentally, first hit the tube the same year we moved to California) but that is embarrassingly where I had filed Florida.
Cruise ships, bikinis, flamingoes, NASCAR, Don Johnson. So it is perhaps ironic that Don Johnson actually lives in my neighborhood (or I in his) in Los Angeles. And that I’m head over heels in love with Florida. This week we are visiting my in-laws in Gulf Stream, Fla., a gorgeous community tucked between West Palm and Boca. Yesterday was picture perfect—balmy and breezy during the day with a warm tropical rain that night. We had lunch on the beach (above) with my father-in-law as Tiny G watched the fishing boats breeze by. Life is good today, and there’s no place I’d rather be.