“We love the things we love for what they are.”

~Robert Frost, Hyla Brook

I first fell in love with Carmel-by-the-Sea after being swept off my feet by the movie Play Misty for Me, Clint Eastwood’s suspenseful thriller set in the idyllic town on the California coast. It was 1971, and my teenage self was smitten – somehow managing to compartmentalize the film’s rather terrifying plot, and instead becoming enveloped in its heady scenery of moody beaches, verdant forests and a thunderous, spinning ocean.

If such a place really existed, I remember writing in my journal that wintry Minnesota night, then I would have to travel there one day to see it for myself.

The Carmel that danced in my young imagination turned out to be surprisingly true to life. From its picturesque location along the southern edge of the Monterey Peninsula to its official, most poetic name of Carmel-by-the-Sea to its one-square-mile of charming cottage-style architecture, Carmel is a romantic sort of place. “A village in a forest overlooking a white sand beach,” as the town’s general plan proclaims.

I hadn’t been back to Carmel since our family lived in the Bay Area some twenty years ago. We’d typically make the two-hour drive as a day trip, sometimes combining it with a stop in nearby Monterey or the Point Lobos State Reserve. But no matter the itinerary, we’d always try to fit in a walk down Ocean Avenue to Carmel Beach.

Carmel has been on my mind these past months as the pandemic has turned our travel thoughts a little closer to home. I’ve wondered if it would still spin the same magic – the same special beauty – that it did all those years ago. It can be risky to return to a place we’ve held in our hearts for so long. But this time I was in search of the why. Why did I feel the way I did about a place I had visited a mere handful of times?

While doing research for our journey back to Carmel, I found a tour that I thought might offer the insight I was seeking. The Carmel-by-the-Sea Classic Food Tour bills itself as a chance to explore the town’s history, culinary culture and hidden passageways, with stops along the way to sample local cuisine. Tours run once a day at 11am, Thursdays through Saturdays. I was intrigued, and truth be told, the tour’s description had me at “hidden passageways.”

But First – Carmel Beach

Before the tour started, Herb and I headed down Ocean Avenue for an early morning walk along Carmel Beach. Carmel’s main street literally spills into the sand, offering a grand entrance into a stunning scene of a cerulean blue ocean, foamy white waves and evergreen-covered bluffs. A small wooden ramp leads to a lookout spot marking the beach’s place on the California Coastal Trail, a “braided trail system” that runs 1,200 miles from Oregon to Mexico.

“Carmel Beach is famous for its white sands, fabulous sunsets and frolicking dogs. This unique pocket beach, with no sediments from creeks or other shores, is a natural jewel.”

~California Coastal Trail Sign at Carmel Beach

Entrance to the California Coastal Trail lookout over Carmel Beach.
View from the lookout…
…and on the beach.

Carmel Food Tour

Back in town, we found the Sunset Cultural Center, meeting spot for our tour. Our guide Bonnie checked us in and asked what kind of sausage we would like – Italian or Polish – for our second food stop. There would be seven stops in all. I was picturing tapas style sausage portions, and Herb was imagining appetizers with toothpicks. “Oh, no,” Bonnie laughed. “You will be getting a whole sausage!”

As we began our walk, Bonnie pointed out various landmarks and regaled us with stories about the town’s history. Carmel was built as an artist community, she told us. Residents adorned their houses with clever names instead of numerical addresses, and mail is still delivered to the local post office rather than to individual homes. That made sense to me, after walking by Bluebird Cottage, Xanadu and Ocean’s End on our way to the beach!

Carmel is also known for its quirky laws. High-heeled shoes are illegal – possibly because of the town’s abundance of cobblestone streets and its lack of streetlights, which are also prohibited. Ice cream was illegal on city sidewalks, Bonnie explained, until Clint Eastwood abolished the law when he was mayor.

Known as a dog-friendly town, Carmel has a resident dog therapist!
Carmel’s Fire Station blends in well with the town’s architecture.
A quick photo stop by the Carmel Shell Mural.
Our lovely tour guide Bonnie.

First stop on the tour was Anton & Michel, an elegant restaurant with an equally elegant address on Court of the Fountains. Our group of six was seated at a round table in the dining room set with a shimmery champagne-colored tablecloth and wine glasses. Large windows overlooked a beautiful patio with a fountain-filled pool and gazebo.

Our tasting was as delicious as the setting – a naan “pizzetta” topped with portobello mushroom, tomato, avocado, halloumi cheese and basil pesto and paired with a rosé wine. For me, it was a perfect little lunch, and I couldn’t imagine how I’d be able to follow it with a sausage course!

My naan pizzetta.
View from the Anton & Michel dining room.
The gazebo turned out to be an artist’s studio.

When we arrived at our next stop, the owner of Nielsen Bros. Market & Deli was busy grilling sausages on the front patio. Our group spread out at small tables and waited for our orders to be ready. As I watched the locals stopping by to shop or order lunch from the grill, I got the feeling that the market is a bit of a gathering spot. And like Carmel itself, everyone seemed to know each other.

Some of our group chatting with people passing by…
…and Herb chatting with the owner while he gets ready for sausage condiments!

The tour continued with another food and wine stop and an interesting honey tasting. By the time we arrived at Pescadero Mexican Restaurant, it felt as if we had been spending the day with good friends. Enthusiasm for the moment bubbled over from one person in the group to another. It was one of those serendipitous experiences where everyone simply gels. 

Pescadero’s manager seated us at a long rustic wooden table in a private room just off the patio. As she talked about the restaurant’s history, a server brought a tray of margaritas and chicken tinga tostadas, freshly prepared “from scratch” with organic ingredients. I had to smile when I remembered the tour description describing the three-hour tour as “enough” for lunch.

Pescadero Mexican Restaurant’s tasty chicken tinga tostada.
Inside Pescadero…a colorful display of soda bottles…
…and California map art.

Before our final stops for dessert – a bakery and a chocolate shop – we walked through one of the hidden passageways I was hoping to discover. Bonnie told us there are at least 35 passageways and courtyards in Carmel. This one is aptly named The Secret Garden and serves as a shortcut between Delores and San Carlos Streets. We headed down a narrow walkway off Serena Court into a garden filled with Asian-inspired decor, plants and fountains and a bookstore called The Pilgrim’s Way.

The Serena Court walkway.

The plant-filled Secret Garden pathway.

Carmel’s Fairy-tale Cottages

It was early afternoon when the tour ended and we said goodbye to our food group companions. Armed with a map and a list of house names, I was eager to explore the neighborhood where Carmel’s “fairy-tale cottage” architecture began.

As the story is told, these homes were the vision of Hugh Comstock, who set out to create a studio for his wife’s doll collection business in the early 1920s. Comstock had no training as an architect, but was inspired by English illustrator Arthur Rackham’s children’s books. His “Hansel” creation, with its steep flared roof, irregular stone chimney and arched door became so popular that other residents asked Comstock to design their homes. The result of Comstock’s influence is the whimsical Tudor-style look that mixes with the Spanish-Mediterranean architecture woven throughout the town.

Herb and I walked a few blocks and began our Comstock search. We found Hansel and its companion Gretel right away, but both were undergoing extensive renovation. I poked my camera around the construction fence, attempting to get a feel for what it might look like.

From what I can tell, this is Gretel.

As we walked along our route, quite a few houses were easy to recognize – with several displaying their original names. I was enchanted by these streets, as if I had entered another world, like a child bursting through the magical wardrobe into Narnia. Yet at the same time, I kept reminding myself that these were people’s homes, that I should keep my distance. And use my zoom lens.

Fables House.

Peeking through the gate at Our House.

I love the carved heart on the Our House shutters.
Obers House, the Comstocks’ home.
The Studio, built next to Obers House for the Comstocks’ offices and work space.
Storybook Cottage, the house that looks like its name…
…with a sign shaped like a book.

Comstock’s only commercial imprint on Carmel is The Tuck Box, an English café and tea room on Delores Street. Built in 1927, the building was transformed into a tearoom in the early 1940s by two sisters from England who named their business after the trunks used by British children to carry and store their food.

The Tuck Box.
Roof and chimney detail.

Carmel-by-the-Sea Sunset

That night we headed back to the beach, retracing our steps down Ocean Avenue to watch the sunset. Only a few wispy clouds washed over the sky, a good omen for sunset-gazing. Herb and I walked up the wooden ramp to the lookout deck where our day had begun. People and their dogs were claiming their spots along the beach and bluffs. A bagpiper was playing “Amazing Grace” as he stood in the sand.

The sun set quietly, as if not wanting to disturb the momentary mood of peace and calm. It wasn’t lavish or loud or even spectacular. It was lovely. Perfect in its presence. Just like Carmel-by-the-Sea.

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Although this marvelous sojourn in Carmel gave me greater insight into the history, charm and character of the town, I didn’t come away with any lightning bolt revelations about why it so deeply captures my heart. And maybe that really doesn’t matter. Maybe loving a place is the same as loving a person. We can understand a person’s history and recite a long list of their unique and precious qualities. But the intrinsic reason of why we love them remains a mystery, an intangible feeling that we can never fully explain.

We simply know that we do.

10 Comments

  • Mary, you captured Carmel beautifully! We only met briefly at the end of your tour, but I’ve been working my way through your posts and enjoying them immensely. Thank you for your kind words about our tour, and for sharing your perceptions of both it and the village paradise we get to call home. As one of our guests said to me once, “You make me want to live here, and I live here.”

    • Staci, I’m delighted to know that you’re enjoying the blog and most especially, this post about Carmel. Many thanks for your lovely comment. The food tour was truly wonderful, and I can’t imagine a better way to gain insight into the heartbeat of a community. I love the comment from your resident/guest and your picture-perfect description of a “village paradise.” 🙂

  • Thank you Mary, for another delightful tour of a wonderful place. Have also loved Carmel since the 70s, and glad to see The Tuck Box is still there. It’s a little challenging to visit now because my husband can only walk short distances, but another option for our fall trip to Monterey.

    Blessings on your return to exploring our enthralling world.
    Robin

    • Robin, thank you so much! I appreciate your good wishes for “exploring our enthralling world,” as you so beautifully describe. I didn’t get a chance to have tea at The Tuck Box, but it will definitely be on my list for a future visit. Happy travels to Monterey in the fall. If you do add Carmel to the itinerary, I’m certain you will find it as charming and wonderful as you remember!

  • Mary, we drove through Carmel some years ago on our way “up North” from LA. But “drive through” is clearly not at all the same as “visiting” and I can see that we need to return! Thanks for the temptation and good to see you travelling again, if only with limitations.

    BTW our village has house names and no numbers – you can imagine how tricky it can be to complete the standard US postal address format at times 😉

    Stay well!

    • Gill, I think you would absolutely love Carmel – and have a great time comparing house names with those in your village 🙂 It sounds incredibly charming, despite the confusion over mail delivery! I’m thrilled to be venturing out again, albeit ever so carefully, and have renewed appreciation for the freedom to explore. What a time we have lived through!

  • Thanks for rekindling great memories of Carmel, long a part of our lives. We lived in Saratoga (AKA “Silicon Valley”) when I was in high school in the mid-‘70s, and it was a scenic drive over Highway 17, past Santa Cruz and Castroville (the “Artichoke Capital”) to the coastal town.

    Sometimes we would go during the famed Bing Crosby “Clambake” proーam golf tournament at Pebble Beach. One time, my mom wound up visiting with Bing before the golfers appeared.

    Years before that, we would drive up the coast to Carmel from our home near Los Angeles. (The high school principal in our town of San Marino later wound up being a beloved principal of Carmel High).

    Our memories of Carmel include the Tuck Box (mom’s favorite for breakfast though dad and I often joked about it being too quaint); and Doris Day’s wonderful Cypress Inn, where we went with our Norwegian Elkhound Eloise (Doris loved pets). Our dog also romped on the beach in Carmel. No trip to Carmel was complete without visiting the Cottage of Sweets.

    We also enjoyed the Mission Ranch, where my parents had gone for years (long before Clint Eastwood bought it). The food was great, Mario was a wonderful waiter, and the view to the ocean at sunset was memorable. More here: https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/clint-eastwood-restored-california-ranch

    • Wow, Jeff, what great stories – and wonderful memories! Thanks for sharing here. Several people in our food group tour also recommended Mission Ranch for drinks or dinner. I look forward to checking out the Architectural Digest story.

  • Thank you for letting us trail along for another lovely visit. John and I visited Carmel so many years ago and realize now how much we missed. It’s a must do on our list for a west coast trip. I had no idea about the secret alleys!

    • Linda, I’m happy to have you trail along 🙂 I would agree that Carmel should be high on the list for a west coast visit. It’s one of those places where you can literally feel yourself slowing down and enjoying the moment. And even with our richly packed-to-the-brim day, I would have loved the time to track down more of those secret alleys!

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