
What We Already Know
Palm Beach is an island. I’s chic; it’s quiet. It thumbs its old bluenose at Miami’s glitzy South Beach. It shrugs off L.A.’s Rodeo Drive with exclusive Worth Avenue, where art galleries are pricier and polo players spicier. The privileged winter residents shop at smart boutiques, never carry cash, and party on yachts the size of HMS Queen Mary. Dinner at home is akin to an evening with the Queen and Prince Philip at Buckingham Palace. You can pass it on the highway and never know it’s there.