Written by Nina Haaskivi 
The early morning November sun coming up over the bridges spanned out in front of me makes the skyline look metallic. The crisp silvery-blue filter spread over Palm Beach reminds me of a futuristic movie, not exactly the “old Florida” vibes I was looking to find on Worth Avenue. I spent many childhood vacations toddling the Atlantic beaches with their iconic palm trees and I love any reason to revisit the site of many happy memories. This is the beginning of “the season” in Palm Beach and, what’s normally a quiet town on the Atlantic coastline, is buzzing with northerners who have fled the cold weather. It’s the natural flow of things in Florida, the hot, swampy summer where tourists flock to Disney on their summer vacation and locals plan their day based on the rain patterns of summer thunderstorms contrasted with the cool but sunny winters that bring our northern friends. Pre-Covid, it was like clockwork. During Covid, obviously the clock was a little off se...