cape may: a different kind of jersey shore

victorian homeCape May! I really and truly and wholeheartedly fell in love with this town. There is so much to love about it. There is the constant smell of salty ocean and freshly cut grass lingering in the air, the old structures are vast and beautiful, the shops are small and quaint and the locals are some of the nicest and most helpful I’ve ever met. Some even flashed a smile while Bob and I were walking down the street. And guess what? I smiled back (unheard of!). Cape May cast a spell on me and melted my icy, jaded New Yorker shell. This is hard to do.



The houses, oh the houses. They all look like life-size antique dollhouses. According to our ghost ride tour guide, a good many of them have spirit activity. We almost stayed at a b&b on Jackson St., which is said to have ghosts in every single establishment. If you’ve been following me on Instagram, that includes this creepy but pretty private residence.

victorian homes

Speaking of which, we ended up staying at the lovliest bed & breakfast called The Mooring, where the porch was as large as our apartment. The inside was gorgeously Victorian, the home-cooked breakfasts were incredible and the owners were the warmest, most welcoming people. It was the best place we’ve ever stayed in, hands down.

porch and room


Bob was as tall as our bathroom doorway. Those Victorians were a short people.

soup and me


We biked, walked, shopped, ate and beached our way through this place. I couldn’t imagine a better way to end August!

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