Nearly a year ago, I wrote a post entitled “Star Struck” about the difference between city people and country people. I was reminded of that this weekend while we attended a wedding in the tiny village of Lakeville, Connecticut, in the extreme northwest corner of the state, just three miles from the New York border. Lakeville is surrounded by other little villages with English names like Salisbury and Cornwall that remind you that you are in New England, after all.
The bucolic setting was in such contrast to our hectic pace here in Virginia Beach where I hesitate to venture out in the car after 12 P.M. because of the traffic. In Lakeville the traffic signs signal a more peaceful way of life.
My husband and I had most of Saturday free before we had to return to the inn for the lakeside ceremony, so we drove through the heavy mist, exploring the neighboring hamlets. We came across a magical setting a few miles away in West Cornwall when we saw an old one-lane covered bridge.
The mist turned into drizzle, the drizzle turned into rain, and we ducked into a quaint little coffee shop on the other side of the bridge. It could have been right out of a novel.
When the rain let up, we drove to Millerton, a little town on the border of Connecticut and New York.
After a hot cup of corn chowder, we headed back to Lakeville and our lovely cottage to get ready for the wedding ceremony and reception that followed.
My husband and I both agreed on two things: First, we would love to come back to this area and explore it further. It is truly beautiful and quaint and has many interesting craft shops, antique and art stores worth looking into. Second, we could never live here! As stunningly beautiful as it is, the pace of life and the quiet is not something we city folk could have a steady diet of and survive.