Most people get Portland, Maine, wrong before they ever arrive. They pencil it in as a food stop on a New England tour. Two dinners, a lobster roll on a pier, then north to Acadia National Park by Sunday lunch.…
Most people who say they’ve visited the North Shore mean they’ve done Salem. They drove up for the witch museums, ate fried clams somewhere, and drove home. Which is fine, I guess. You do you. But it’s a little like…
Most people plan a DC to Maine road trip backwards. They start by collecting East Coast cities: And then Maine somewhere near the end, like a prize for surviving the highway. That is how you turn one of the best…
Most people treat the drive from New York to Maine like a punishment. Head north on I-95, white-knuckle through Providence, count the miles until Bar Harbor. That’s one way to do it. The other way is to stop in the…
The Metro-North pulls in, the doors open, and the first thing you notice is the quiet. No traffic, no parking garage, no one honking. You have a few hours ahead of you and nothing to manage except where you want…
Here’s a theory I’ve had for a while: the best thing about New York City is how easy it is to leave. Not forever, of course (that would be insane). But for a weekend. Or even just a long Saturday.…
Spring in Greenwich CT arrives like an unannounced houseguest. One morning in late March you walk outside and notice the crocuses on Founders Hill have opened. A week later the magnolia in front of Stanton House Inn is just spectacular.…
Coastal New England looks perfect in your mind’s eye. It does in mine, at least. Especially mid-winter. Seafoam houses. Little harbors full of boats. A beach bag tossed in the backseat as you go from town to town. In your…
The first time I got Newport, Rhode Island, was a clear early evening in June. Gas lamps flickered on. The harbor quieted down. And I finally understood why people built palaces on this stretch of coast instead of staying in…
You’ve heard of Greenwich Avenue. You just don’t know if it’s for you yet. Maybe you’ve heard it described as fancy. Or exclusive. Or “the Rodeo Drive of the East Coast.” You picture designer bags, polished storefronts, and people who…
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