Postcards from The End.

Happy June everyone! So, it's official, Séb and I are those European tourists. We snap photos of everything, mumble amongst each other in French, get excited over little things like surf boards and tackle shops, and when we heard other French speakers on the beach complaining about the sun hiding behind the clouds, we scoffed at them for being such tourists who don't understand beach living! In short, we're Montauk posers.  I even heard Séb non-nonchalantly refer to it as "The End" at the clerk at White's Pharmacy in his attempt to blend in with the locals. Unfortunately, his thick French accent gave away the fact that he is not a Long Island native (shouldn't that be a good thing?). Now he knows how us Americans feel in Paris! I have to admit, it's slightly satisfying. On our way to visit Cousin Angelo and his wife Josephine at their beach house for an evening cook-out where they introduced us to dangerously delish mint iced tea vodka cocktails, we made some pit stops along the way to say coucou to the other family members who are out here... Here are some things that caught our eye... Bikes at Surf Lodge. A vintage-y tackle shop that made Séb want to go fishing. I said no. #bitch Intersection before Ginger and Freddie's. Sunset at Uncle Claudio's  Baci Ball at Uncle Leo's. "The Movie". This has been making us chuckle all week. Is it just us?