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America does beaches extremely well, a point I didn’t begin to realize until my 20s, when I tried to sunbathe on a jam-packed stretch of Spanish shore. But too many of the towns along our coastlines have become charmless and generic. They feel like shopping malls with sand. Then there are those that shine. Here are seven of the best.
By the time I get to Gasparilla Island, a glorified sandbar off Florida’s west coast that’s about an hour’s drive from Fort Myers or Sarasota and a whole lot harder to reach from everywhere else, Labor Day has come and gone. I’m seeking the warmth of the sun, and a genuine Florida beach town that will serve as an antidote to the forests of condos and hotels that line the coasts north of Miami and south of Tampa. I find it in Boca Grande.
In July, I fly to Portland and drive two hours to the Oregon coast, then turn south of Manzanita. By the time I pull up at Big Wave, a glorified diner at the top of town, it’s 58 degrees under a cotton white sky. A brisk wind has the pines flailing. At the far end…
Orleans isn’t the quaintest town on the cape, nor the largest or most renowned. Yet it remains my favorite. Set just above the crook of the arm of the peninsula, it’s far enough out to discourage day-trippers but on the easy side of the long, traffic-clogged slog up Route 6 to the outer cape. It’s a real place, not a stage set.
In France’s Beaujolais, you’ll find an intoxicating blend of warmth and welcome, but, as writer Bruce Schoenfeld warns, “Don’t expect hospitality directors or gift shops at the wineries you visit.” Here’s an insider’s take on how to get the most out of your time in this delightful region.