I Thought 5th Avenue was in New York

Hats, Hats, Hats! 

We're in Playa del Carmen, on 5th Avenue to be exact. Apple Store, Argentine Barbecue, Victoria's Secret, Lucky Luciano's Pasta Boutique and Hats, Hats, Hats - you want it, they got it. It's the best place to watch people though. There's Kardashian wannabes teetering on platform sandals and gladiator stilettos, burnt-out surf gurus with their manbuns, the Euro Chic tethered to tiny dogs and of course, we're happy to lend our "Lost Tourist Couture" to the mix. We're so enthralled, we spend a couple hours letting the world go by. Mariachi bands and hip hop skip ropers perform for us.

Then it's time for a petit repas but where to eat? Here's the weird part, we choose a French patisserie because it's packed with people. We travel 6000 km to the Yucatán Peninsula to eat great French food. I guess we are on the Mayan "Riviera" after all.

Later, when all the glitter and glitz is pushed back into the stores and the roll shutters are locked, a more heart warming version of Mexican commerce takes over the avenue. Wares are displayed on the sidewalk and the performers don't need amplifiers. Our favorite entertainment of the evening is a sweet, sweet couple singing folk songs. When the night clubs start ramping up the thumping techno Latin pop, it’s time to head home. Finding our way back to the hotel in the dark is getting easier.

The Sweetest Couple You'll Ever See or Hear