Carriage ride in Cape May

Cape May has a way of making time feel a little softer. The clip-clop of a horse on pavement, the slow turn of wheels, the way a carriage seems to glide past details you’d miss from behind a windshield.

We took a carriage ride through town, letting the afternoon do what it wanted. The day was bright and coastal, but it was the stone building in the background that held my attention—solid, quiet, and steady in the middle of summer movement. Old walls like that feel alive in their own way, as if they’ve been listening for a long time.

Sitting side by side, you notice small things: the rhythm of the ride, the shade that comes and goes, the way conversation stretches out when there’s nowhere to rush to. The beach is nearby, of course, but the ride reminds you Cape May isn’t only sand and umbrellas. It’s history, streets with stories, and little pockets of calm that show up when you slow down enough to let them.

For a while, the whole town felt like it was moving at carriage speed—and that was the best part.