“Siesta Key #1 beach in USA,” boast the signs.
“Is it really?” I ask wonderingly.
The subject is deferred as no one can come up with a definitive answer.
And then Siesta Key beach swims into view, which is odd considering it is landmass and not a water body. But it swims, gentle reader, into the consciousness, gliding ever so gently, all white and blue, and turquoise and deep blue beyond.
Step onto the beach and I suddenly realize that advertising can really be true. This is the best beach in the US, possibly anywhere, because it has the world’s finest, whitest sand, silky as cornflour (or cornstarch, in the US). The sand feels blessedly cool to the touch, even after a burning hot day.
It is supposed to be the finest, whitest, silkiest beach in the world. Just that broad, half-mile stretch.
“It’s something to do with the tides,” residents tell me vaguely, “Turtle Beach, on the other side of the same Key, has coarse sand.” (For the uninitiated, Key is Florida-speak for island).