One of my favorite views of Miami Beach is from the apex of the Julia Tuttle.

My grandmother has lived, still does, in Miami Beach for as long as I can remember and for many years my parents had a weekend bungalow in North Beach. The Julia Tuttle was the best way to get to both places. Every weekend for a decade my stomach would flutter in the backseat as we elevated and then descended on the causeway lovingly referred to as La Yulia Toto. No one, not my grandmother, dad or mom had the talent of pronunciation.

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