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8 picks across the catalog.
Old streets, new restaurants, the kind of walking that earns dinner.
Sand, oysters, the kind of porch where the day just goes.
Two hours down the coast to a one-square-mile village where the sidewalks are optional and the cypress trees do more work than the marketing. Stay at La Playa Carmel — the 1904 estate where Doris Day used to live upstairs — and spend a weekend walking to everything that matters.
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The Gilded Age mansions are there year-round, but the town belongs to you after Columbus Day. Cliff Walk without the crowds, oysters at a corner bar that's been shucking since 1989, a harbor-view hotel that drops its rates when the yachts leave.
Trees, trails, fires, fewer people. The cabin kind of weekend.
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Bathhouse Row in a national park, a mid-century motor lodge with thermal water piped into the rooms, and a town that never forgot what it was built for. Hot Springs isn't a spa resort pretending to be authentic — it's the original American spa town that happens to still work.
Six hours west of Dallas, the desert town that art made famous finally lives up to the hype. Chinati Foundation installations in old artillery sheds, a hotel that used to be a water-stop tavern, and a sky so dark the Milky Way looks fake. Marfa works because it never tries.
Two hours down the coast to a one-square-mile village where the sidewalks are optional and the cypress trees do more work than the marketing. Stay at La Playa Carmel — the 1904 estate where Doris Day used to live upstairs — and spend a weekend walking to everything that matters.
The Gilded Age mansions are there year-round, but the town belongs to you after Columbus Day. Cliff Walk without the crowds, oysters at a corner bar that's been shucking since 1989, a harbor-view hotel that drops its rates when the yachts leave.
Drafted by our agent, kept on the list when they hold up. Labeled honestly.
Three hours down I-40 to the city that invented American music and refuses to let anyone forget it. Beale Street is for tourists. The real Memphis is Central BBQ at noon, Stax Museum in the afternoon, and a juke joint in South Memphis where the band starts at 11pm and nobody's checking their phone.
Five hours by car to a city that runs on its own clock. Breakfast at 11am after the second-line parade you followed for six blocks. Oysters at a marble counter where the shucker knows your face by day two. A hotel on Magazine Street where the morning coffee comes with beignets that aren't from Café Du Monde.
Three hours west on I-10, you're in a city that thinks it's cooler than Houston and might be right. Breakfast tacos that cost $4, a hotel pool designed by a real architect, and a Saturday night on Rainey Street that ends at 2am at a food truck that wasn't there last year.
A college town that figured out how to feed people between band practice and football Saturdays. REM's hometown has a coffee scene that puts most cities to shame, a BBQ spot where the pitmaster used to play drums, and a hotel in a century-old foundry that makes you forget you drove 70 minutes from Atlanta.
Bathhouse Row in a national park, a mid-century motor lodge with thermal water piped into the rooms, and a town that never forgot what it was built for. Hot Springs isn't a spa resort pretending to be authentic — it's the original American spa town that happens to still work.
Six hours west of Dallas, the desert town that art made famous finally lives up to the hype. Chinati Foundation installations in old artillery sheds, a hotel that used to be a water-stop tavern, and a sky so dark the Milky Way looks fake. Marfa works because it never tries.
Two hours down the coast to a one-square-mile village where the sidewalks are optional and the cypress trees do more work than the marketing. Stay at La Playa Carmel — the 1904 estate where Doris Day used to live upstairs — and spend a weekend walking to everything that matters.
The Gilded Age mansions are there year-round, but the town belongs to you after Columbus Day. Cliff Walk without the crowds, oysters at a corner bar that's been shucking since 1989, a harbor-view hotel that drops its rates when the yachts leave.
