The morning began with a quick packing up so that we could get to breakfast. Once we arrived at the breakfast room, we first realized that we were amidst a sea of French-speaking people and then realized that there was nowhere to sit. The breakfast room entire was maybe the size of my kitchen and dining room, which are postage-stamp sized and can hold, at most, four people each before you feel like you're ingesting one another's hair products every time you turn around. The joint was packed, is what I'm saying.
By some miracle we snagged one two-person table and sat the boys at it while Chris and I nabbed a corner of the more-for-decoration-than-use sideboard. We hurried to eat breakfast and escape the sea of humanity, only to realize that finding parking in Key West is harder than finding a breakfast table. After lapping downtown several times and shaking metaphorical fists at the lackadaisical signage (the sign says "Metered Parking 6-12 p.m. weekdays and all day weekends," but all of the cars have paid the meter...), we drove back to the hotel and got change for the parking meters. Such a deal! 10 minutes for 25 cents!