[New Marina, The Boardwalk]
Palm trees lend their rough whisper to the sounds of the night and block the stark white glare of the streetlamps on the road above you. The wide, smooth planks of the boardwalk stretch towards the east. In the darkness this dim expanse reveals itself in small, grudging sections, only to fade once more into the void as you pass by. You also see a wooden kiosk, a ripped tent, a tiki booth with some stuff on it, the entrance to Happy Snaps Photography, a short set of concrete steps leading to the street and the beach.
Obvious paths:
east.