Like Malibu or the French Riviera, the Hamptons is more of a state of mind than a zip code. The towns practically drip with perfection—from the quaint streets to the picture-perfect houses and manicured hedgerows—everything looks like it belongs exactly where it is.
In the Hamptons you don’t visit a town, you spend time in a village—even the names of which seem fancy: Amagansett, Sagaponack, Wainscott.
But for all its regalia and reputation, the Hamptons is, at the end of the day, a place like any other—one that is made up of locals and tourists, store owners and shoppers, corner delis and world-class bistros. And in the fall, after the tourists pack up and before the store fronts quiet down for the off season, it’s one of our favorite places to be.