Pico Iyer | October 24, 2009 Article from: The Australian THE air - sultry, pulsing, hot even along the pitch-black streets - is redolent of Cuba. Key West's two-storey gingerbread white houses, with their leafy verandas looking out on swampy gardens, hammocks swaying under gothic extravagances, make you think you are in Haiti. On one car on sleepy Fleming Street, defiant outlaw legends painted all over it, one of the most prominent declares, "We Seceded Where Others Failed." Key West is technically part of the US, but psychologically it's a continent away. Your plane ticket tells you you haven't left the US, but your instincts suggest otherwise: you're in the Conch Republic now, the afterthought of an island off the tip of Florida's nose that seems closer to Fidel Castro's maverick island (only 145km away) than to the Land...
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