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Home to the US's most famous family, the hook-shaped peninsula of Cape Cod also boasts pristine beaches and charming towns, writes Craig Tansley. IF Cape Cod sounds familiar to you, it's because the Kennedys - America's most famous and tragic family - grew up there. JFK used his childhood home on the hook-shaped peninsula as a summer White House during his time as president.

Login or signup to continue reading. I'm just outside it now, in a town called Hyannis Port.

Why there's more to the Cape than Kennedys

It's more "compound" than home - three houses set over two hectares of prime coastal real estate. The Kennedys look across the blue waters of Nantucket Sound. From up here, I can see seals sunbaking and a bar of million-dollar yachts. Sprawling white clapboard holiday homes stretch right along the coast and American flags fly on a breeze that smells of fresh-cut lawn.

The money's very old here, but the cars are all brand-spanking-new. Travel allkilometres of mainland America's coastline and you won't find a more privileged setting; except the Hamptons, on Long Island. They're kilometres south of here and are full of holiday homes for New York's polo set. But Cape Cod is different: there's a lot more to this place than Kennedys and their kinfolk.

See that bar I arrive at Cape Cod by ferry from Boston. The barman recommends a Bloody Mary, even though it's 9. Provincetown P-Town to its locals is perched on the outer reaches of the cape, at its northern tip. Once hyannis tiny Portuguese fishing village, it's now a haven for anyone who doesn't really fit in America.

There are more cannabis dispensary shops than supermarkets, not to mention back-to-back bars and clubs set along beaches bordering the town's main street. People have come here seeking an escape from society since the town was first settled in the s. Centuries-old oak and elm trees grow right over its pretty main street, and bars grow across the shingles of its year-old buildings.

Everyone knows each other - hyannis through town with Gomez Llata is as exhausting a social experience as you'll have on the Cape. As I stroll past shops with names like Cock'n'Bull Leather I couldn't feel any further removed from the Kennedy compound and its American Royalty mythology. Below me, seals the size of sea lions swim laps by the shore.

Just beyond town, I'm taken on a 4WD tour across hectares of sand dunes to a beach where three humpback whales breach at almost gay the same time and a pod of dolphins follow us down the coast. Sandbars are exposed at low tide. Centuries ago land pirates sat on the shore here waving lanterns to mimic lighthouses so ships would run aground they'd then loot them.

There are 19 historic dune shacks out here with gay running water or electricity, which artists can rent.