Summer begins and everyone migrates to the water. It's where you want to be, or think of being, or use as the symbol for getting away from it all. The patchwork of villages which come alive in the summer wait all winter for the buzz of activity to bring new life to them. Always amazing to me are the variety of architecture one sees along the beachfront. From the Victorian to the vapid, somehow however, here at the shore it all seems to work together perfectly, don't you think? Anywhere else stately the intricately carved woodwork beside the garish clapboard signs hawking salt water taffy would look tacky, but here you wouldn't want it to look any different then how it is. Perfect together.