Monday, August 31, 2009 by Jason Oliver Nixon.
Just a hop, skip and, hopefully, a non-traffic-clogged jump up I-95, Greenwich, Connecticut, offers a delightful small-town feel with all of the glamour of a major city. There’s terrific shopping (the main drag, Greenwich Avenue, houses everything from Tory Burch and Anne Fontaine to Design Within Reach and Baccarat), gorgeous homes (zip out Round Hill Road for some real stunners, and grab a coffee at the general store-like Round Hill Store) and terrific people watching (you’ve never seen so many blond Tory-clad women in Jack Rogers sandals, ever!). Plus, I love the police who man the picket fence-barricaded corners and won’t let you cross the street until they give you the command verbally. It’s all so quaint and Peyton Place-like.