Exotic cars and obviously well-heeled folks could be seen at every corner.
As I interpreted the various sights and sounds, it became obvious that people came here from all over the world to play and to be seen. And many others came to see them, to admire them.
The beaches were truly beautiful and walking there in the early morning the sight was surreal - plus the heat+humidity were still tolerable in those early hours.
This was also the time when another contingent of Miami Beach residents could be seen.
They seemed to exist in the periphery - while there were quite a few of them, they weren't always visible, or so obvious, during the day.
They could not be missed in the early morning hours however.
Sleeping on benches, beside the lifeguard shacks, beneath the Palm trees, or even right on the beach's sand.
Before the hustle and bustle of the new day caused them to seek refuge elsewhere.
All of them human beings, all co-existing on the same narrow sliver of sand at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean.
Two groups which appear to be on diametrically opposite ends of the socioeconomic spectrum.
