The Goddess of Wilton Drive

Sometimes things Nilish pop up in the most unexpected places...

As, for example, fronting a new age gift shoppe in the festive gayborhood of Wilton Manors.

This afternoon, you see, out of the goodness of my pedagogical heart I found a clever way to end our five-day journey through the exciting world of international corporate communications in particularly timely fashion, and so I let my students go and thus had a few afternoon hours to kill.  Remarkably, given the weather this week, it wasn't pelting rain, and so I went to have a bit of a look around this part of the world.

Eventually, you see, retirement looms, and the Mister and I are considering all sorts of options to have in mind should we decide to acquire a little bolthole in the U.S. rather than committing entirely to some far-flung spot (where we'd be able to have the kind of life we've gotten so sadly attached to in the Sandlands.  Once you've had a Mrs. Gallipatti-da Silva so ably taking care of things for you, it's hard to adapt).  We figure that if we do have live on this side of the water, we might as well do it somewhere warm and at least moderately festive.  Wilton Manors is, if anything, aggressively festive, but the housing stock is varied, largely of reasonable price, and altogether not without its charms.  Certainly should we ever find ourselves the sort of retirees who suddenly require in a single round of errands naughty greeting cards, Speedos, tattoos, and novelty sushi (at a place called Gaysha, no less), well then this is clearly the neighborhood for us.

And at least Mr. Muscato wouldn't be the first Egyptian the locals have seen...