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Sea Cliff, New York
61 Locust Avenue
An 1887 Colonial with plenty of period details, including hardwood floors and coffered ceilings, plus four bedrooms—all on a half-acre.
Agents: Katherine Cuddeback and Daniel Gale, Sotheby’s International Realty
Sea Cliff, a hippie pocket of Long Island 25 miles from Manhattan, is a former resort town where vaudevillians performed for city vacationers back in the early 1900s. These days, it gives off a more South Slopean feel. Everything about it is proudly eclectic: its Gothic revivals, stick Victorians, and painted ladies with distinctive color schemes. The funky main street runs the gamut from the peace-soap-and-incense-vending Dreams East to Wansuapona Musu, a sushi restaurant with irreverently named dishes. (Try the spicy-tuna-and-bonito-flaked Phish sandwich.) The town is populated by a mix of F.I.T. and Columbia professors, artists (like New Yorker cartoonist Arnie Levin), musicians (the all-female band Antigone Rising), and, of late, Wall Streeters. Its hills and winding roads lend the town an anything-can-happen vibe: You’re on a hike through the woods one minute, chancing upon a drum circle at Sunset Park the next. Come summer, there’s the all-town rummage sale, and planning for Sea Cliff’s October Mini-Mart art show. For an annual $60 fee, residents have access to the town’s small beach, where lifeguards will bring beach chairs and umbrellas to you, à la a private beach club.