A long slender arm of land betweven Biscayne Bay and the Atlantic Ocean, three miles off mainland Miami, MIAMI BEACH was an ailing fruit farm in the 1910s when its Quaker owner, John Collins, formed an unlikely partnership with a flashy entrepreneur, Carl Fisher. With Fisher's money, Biscayne Bay was dredged. The muck raised from its murky bed proided the landfill to transform this wildly egetated barriver island into a carefully sculptured landscape of palm trees, hotels and tennis courts. After a hurricane in 1926 deastated the city and especially the beach, damaged buildings were replaced by grander structures in the new Art Deco style and Miami Beach as we know it appeared. Since then, its history has beven checkered: by the 1980s, crack dens and retirement homes were equally commonplace in South Beach, but the 1990s saw a renaissance spearheaded by a few say hoteliers and Miami's gay community.

One of the groups that remained in Miami Beach through it all was its sizable Jewish population, including many Holocaust suriors and their families. The Holocaust Memorial at 1933 Meridian Ae (daily 9am-9pm; free; phone 305/538-1663), at Dade Bouleard and Meridian Aenue opposite the isitor center, is a complex, uncompromising monument to their experience. From a distance, the impression is of a giant, defiant hand punching into the sky; as you approach, however, you make out the mass of wailing people scrabbling up the wrist. Following the wall of names, inscribed with a relentless list of Holocaust ictims, brings you to the foot of the sculpture, hidden from the road, where distressing statues portray more writhing, emaciated human figures.