Palm Beach: Where the Gilded Age never ended

Money cannot buy happiness but it can make you comfortable while you look for it. Being nice to everyone doesn't cost a dime and makes the world a better place.

If you're in Palm Beach and you think you're in Italy or Spain then you haven't been to Italy or Spain.

My Uncle used to say, "If their sh** looks and smells like gold, then you may bow, but until then, no one is better than anyone else"

Growing up in a city known for having more millionaires per square mile than elsewhere, I can tell y’all that money can’t buy class. There’s a difference between rich and wealthy.

I got a job on Palm Beach island in a nice but casual restaurant. After just 3 days of doing nothing but learning who was who and what they ordered/who wanted to be spoken to and who didn't and whatnot, I had to quit. I couldn't believe the nerve of some of those people getting offended if the waitstaff didn't recognize them and know they wanted the seat next to the far left window and to bring their Americano exactly 3 min after they sit. 😷😷😷 Made me feel physically ill. I can't work for people who think every individual they encounter is below them, even if the money was pretty darn decent for a summer waitressing job!

I’ve been living here for 3 months and really it’s like anywhere else; you have rich people who treat you like you’re trash and then you have people who have $$$$ but earned it and respect you as a human being. I love it here though mainly for the weather and it’s absolutely cheaper than anywhere on LI where I grew up lol

Don't envy them- in the end, it doesn't matter how much money has passed through your hands - it matters how much faith, hope, charity and love you held in your heart. Most rich people come up short.

No matter how rich a person is when Death 💀 comes calling all the money can not save them

Money is a great distraction and insulator for some people, but we all meet the same fate.

What they have doesn't impress me. I live in a camper and I'm happy and love what God has given me!

That picture of Trump in a tennis outfit is hilarious! 😆

I was a resident of Palm Beach in the 80's . A place unto itself!

Billionaire: I can tell where you belong Reporter: you can’t judge me from my shoes.

What they mean by gated community is not literally gated. You can only access Palm Beach by crossing a bridge or by A1A. There are cameras everywhere so if you enter Palm Beach your license tag has been recorded. You can drive around to see the homes, many are so set back or have a large gate so you can't see. There is also a bike path along the Intercoastal anyone can use.

I grew up on Palm Beach Island. Interesting place to grow up. I will say this, there are indeed alot of snobby, entitled, elitist types. But there are also a lot of fantastically creative and interesting people that call it home. I don't really think it makes sense to compare a 14 mile long island to the entire countries of Spain and Italy. Look, it is worth a visit because there is alot of Florida history and beautiful architecture to see there. A very unique place.

71 and 34 ... a Palm Beach tradition ... amazing. "When youre in Palm Beach you forget you're not in Italy" except you're surrounded by the worlds wealthiest creeps.

Reporter:"Sorry what we're their age differences?" Guide lady: "71 and 31" Reporter: "That's sorta a Palm Beach Tradition" I spat out my cola drink 🤣

Soooo.... the Gilded Age appears to be when rich Americans were masquerading and pretending to be European Nobility but without the military or feudal significance or fame or lineage. And they even built big fairy tale palaces for themselves and wore tiaras in a desperate attempt to copy European princesses. The architecture is beautiful, but it's also distinctly hammy and cheesy. I think we should preserve them because it's a very unique moment in time, but I am glad the art deco art movement came in the 20th century. Along side the Frank Lloyd Wright buildings, Norman Rockwell art, and Edward Hopper and Grant Wood. It feels more serious and sensible art movement for the USA. I worked in a Country Club in that Gilded Age tradition and it was so private and the sense of status was so silly and hammy. they were literally tacky American farmers, pretending to be aristocrats.

I recall driving down Worth Ave. some years ago on a Friday afternoon and noting that all the parking places were taken up by Rolls Royce limousines and Bentleys and the chauffeurs were standing around talking to each other and waiting for their rich mistresses to finish shopping at the chic boutiques that lined the street. It was January and all the wealthy winter residents were in town. It was quite a scene to see all these old ladies with their packages being carried to the car by their chauffeurs while they carried their little toy poodles.

Ive been to Palm beach. I use to live in Naples, Fl. I dont like either place. But if you like the tropics and the beaches, you would love it. Many millionaires and billionaires in Naples too. I have been in a few of the mansions. My husband layed stone, marble, and brick in and on these homes for many years. They are very large and beautiful homes.