You may know that Palm Springs is one of my favorite places. While resolutely Mid-Century in many ways, it's certainly no longer the town that Frank Sinatra and Ava Gardner drove into late one night in the 1950s. I like to think that when she gave him that watch, engraved "To Frank and Desert Nights," they were the endless span of swirling, inky depths one might associate with modern day Joshua Tree, that must have seemed like they belonged only to them. Well, aren't we lucky then, that my dear friends Jay and Stephanie have a homesteaders cabin there (as seen in the New York Times), now accepting guests. You can also read their amazing diary, Learning to Live Here, where they photograph local flora and fauna, and much more. Do stop by.