O.K., as a savvy Floridian we made the mistake of booking a trip to Key West during Spring Break. What was I thinking? Thank goodness we didn't book our B&B on Duval Street. We never "did" Duval at night. During the day it was bad enough. Crowded, hot and filled middle-aged drunken men, living-out their alcohol fueled Jimmy Buffett fantasies buy hitting on girls half their age. No wonder Buffett moved. As if paying $20 for a sandwich wasn't enough to kill my appetite -- the waitress with track marks at the first restaurant we ate at was. Duval Street is one of those places where people go to behave badly. It is encouraged, however there comes a point when it just isn't fun. Maybe that point was when some idiot falling out of Sloppy Joe's screamed in my husband's ear: "I am having SO much FUN!!!" while ogling the much-too-young for him coeds, who I think, may have been trying to get away. I believe my husband may have permanent hearing damage. None of this was terribly shocking. Just sort of stupid, desperate and over-priced. Plus it was really hard to find a place that was air-conditioned. What is up with that? Twenty bucks for a sandwich and no air-conditioning? What gives? It's FLORIDA. The shops are filled with tacky souvenirs with naughty sayings. If you want to be offended, you will find something on Duval that will offend. It is not a place for children, although there were scores of people there carting around their kids in strollers.The end of Duval Street near the Hemingway House is more sedate than the obnoxious end where Sloppy Joe's and all the college kids and old drunks collide. It was all quite something to behold, but I don't know if I will ever need to return.