Is there anything finer than a view of a lighthouse and the sea from a rocking chair on a wraparound porch? Why yes, as it turns out, there is. It's all this with a perfect lobster roll and a cold glass of pinot grigio. It's luxurious, for sure, but it's the kind of luxury that you used to be unable to buy. Did I mention the dress code? Frayed khaki shorts and a T-shirt, canvas sneakers, no socks. You're at a summer "cottage" in Martha's Vineyard and it's like being the guest of that friend with the trust fund, but better. The woodwork gleams with new paint, the air is lightly scented by salt and some kind of delicious botanical candle, and best of all, your time is your own: Take a spin around town on your bike. Take a sail. Or just take a nap. You're on vacation.