Porto Cervo: Where the Mediterranean Whispers "Old Money"

🌅 Golden Hour Magic As the sun dips behind superyachts, this Sardinian harbor transforms into a living Rothko painting—molten gold bleeding into cobalt. The evening ritual begins: • Billionaires in linen suits and just-so sandals • Hermès Birkins casually dangling like grocery totes • An American old-money invasion (more Nantucket than Capri) 🛍️ Discreet Luxury, Sardinian-Style The boutiques hide in terracotta villas, their staircases designed to weed out the uncommitted (RIP my back from hauling the stroller). Pro tip: The only acceptable sweat here is from tennis at the Yacht Club. 🌊 Why It Haunts Me By day: Emerald coves empty as a movie set By night: Champagne flutes clinking under star-blanketed skies The true flex? Having breakfast in yesterday’s sandals while a crew polishes your 80-meter yacht. #MediterraneanSecretSociety #PortoCervoAfterDark #NoKidsJustKiton #SardiniaUnfiltered