I just walked by the Metropolitan Rod and Gun Club. Rarely open in my experience, the lights were on tonight. The heads of mighty beasts who never harmed anybody line the front room at the top of the double stoop. Upstairs, the Archery Range door was open. No visible signs of homo faber inside. I guess it’s no Ale and Quail Club, the drunken gentlemen buffoons who escort Claudette Colbert down to Florida in Preston Sturgis's Palm Beach Story.

Some more pictures of Florence for your enjoyment: