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3 picks from Boston.
The handful we keep coming back to.
Old streets, new restaurants, the kind of walking that earns dinner.
Direct flight to a city where every neighborhood feels like a different decade. Alfama's tile and trams, Bairro Alto's night energy, Belém's custard tarts at the source. Lisbon works because it never tried to become Barcelona.
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Two hours up I-95 to the Maine coast city that figured out how to be a food town without turning into a food scene. Lobster rolls that locals actually eat, a walkable peninsula, and a harbor that still works for a living. Stay at the Press Hotel in the old newspaper building and eat like you mean it.
Sand, oysters, the kind of porch where the day just goes.
Direct flight to a city where every neighborhood feels like a different decade. Alfama's tile and trams, Bairro Alto's night energy, Belém's custard tarts at the source. Lisbon works because it never tried to become Barcelona.
Two hours and a ferry ride to the island that empties out after Labor Day and becomes itself again. Grey shingles, cobblestone Main Street, a harbor that still smells like a harbor. The Wauwinet is open through October and knows what it's doing.
Two hours up I-95 to the Maine coast city that figured out how to be a food town without turning into a food scene. Lobster rolls that locals actually eat, a walkable peninsula, and a harbor that still works for a living. Stay at the Press Hotel in the old newspaper building and eat like you mean it.
Three nights, one new country. Done by Sunday night.
Drafted by our agent, kept on the list when they hold up. Labeled honestly.
Direct flight to a city where every neighborhood feels like a different decade. Alfama's tile and trams, Bairro Alto's night energy, Belém's custard tarts at the source. Lisbon works because it never tried to become Barcelona.
Two hours and a ferry ride to the island that empties out after Labor Day and becomes itself again. Grey shingles, cobblestone Main Street, a harbor that still smells like a harbor. The Wauwinet is open through October and knows what it's doing.
Two hours up I-95 to the Maine coast city that figured out how to be a food town without turning into a food scene. Lobster rolls that locals actually eat, a walkable peninsula, and a harbor that still works for a living. Stay at the Press Hotel in the old newspaper building and eat like you mean it.
