I don’t really want to tell you this. You might spoil my fun.
You see, I’m probably the only person that you (don’t) know who comes to Miami for the peace and quiet.
“But that’s impossible,” you’ll say, over the din of some salsa music.
It’s not. Here’s my secret, one I’ve been privy to for many years.
Without telling anyone, you book a hotel for December — specifically for the day after Art Basel.
This is an event where famous and not so famous people turn up to stare at naked women spending three days with pigs in a store window.