The traffic on FDR Drive snakes north along the eastern shore of Manhattan at a snail’s pace. It’s early on a Friday afternoon in August. It’s hot in the city. It’s sticky and loud, too. In a matter of hours the work week will wind down for many of this island’s workforce. But as Old Blue Eyes so famously crooned, this is the city that never sleeps. People, on the other hand, must grab a little down time now and then. For those who have the means, or the connections, an idyllic summer haven known as the Hamptons waits on the far end of Long Island.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 14:30:01 +0000
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