A city of superlatives.
On leaving the air-conditioned arrivals hall, the nocturnal air engulfs Miami like a sweet, viscous blanket. Tiny beads of sweat lend faces an eerie sheen and our mind switches straight to summer mode. Miami is a city of superlatives: gleaming yachts flank huge luxury homes, while trade fairs draw the international art jet set and the pristine sandy beaches are only outshone by the bleached dentistry of the South Beach crowd. So much for the theory – our own 48 hours in Miami don’t retrace the going clichés.