Carmel is cute. Carmel is unspoiled, much the same today as it was 40 years ago. No neon lights. No fast food places. No street numbers, no addresses -- it's still small enough so that if they tell you a shop is on Sixth between San Carlos and Mission, that's all you need to know. Houses don't have addresses, either. So how do you get your mail? You pick it up at the Post Office.

Walk down Ocean Avenue and you're rubbing shoulders with millionaires. You have to be a millionaire to live here. They call the houses cottages. A modest cottage will cost you $1.2 million. There are no homeless people sleeping in doorways. There is no rubbish on the streets. And the dogs are better groomed than I am.

Here's Bao at Woof Fountain in Carmel Plaza. We've been doing art galleries. There are over 100 art galleries within one square mile. And jewellers, everywhere. Absolutley fabulous stuff, with prices to match. Carmel, I'm told by several dealers, is an art destination. I didn't know that. Just as well.

We did lunch at The Hog's Breath Inn, which used to be owned by Clint Eastwood. They give you a list of places you can go and maybe see movie stars, but I'm not into that sort of thing and wouldn't recognize most movie stars (including Clint Eastwood) if I fell over them.

They're certainly dog friendly, although we haven't seen many dogs.

The weather is grey and cool and overcast. People come here from places like Tucson, to get away from the heat. And shop for art. And eat.

There's no air conditioning. You don't need it. And you're not allowed to wear high heels downtown. (I wonder how they enforce that)

We'll stay longer next time. Carmel is definitely a keeper.