Here's the place where Carol and I had dinner tonight. Lousy pizza, greasy conch fritters, a two-piece steel band that sounded like a couple high school kids that were just learning to play steel drums. Both had to read the sheets, timing was awful, and I could not imagine sitting through 3 hours of this stuff.

Here's the view of the front of the restaurant.



Here's the view from the rear that the musicians get to see beyond the inside tables.



Gonna head home Wednesday - really hate to leave this place, but with luck, I'll be here again this coming November and stay till March 2016.

Cheers,

Gary