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.
View next to the 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.
A hot cup of Earl Grey tea and a side of bacon tasted special in a place like this.
When the rain let up, we drove to Millerton, a little town on the border of Connecticut and New York.
Millerton is now home to Harney and Sons Tea merchants. Their tea shop is amazing! I know you’ve heard of a wine bar, but have you ever been to a tea bar?
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.
Sunnyside Cottage at Interlaken Resort
The wedding ceremony took place with this beautiful sight as the backdrop.
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.
Coming East 
But those are such nice places for an extended visit. Thanks for sharing the beauty of your surroundings. I’d love to see New England some day.
I hope you get to go there, Patti. If you do plan a vacation there, let me know and I can give you some ideas of where to go.
I appreciate that, Susan.
With our current place of living, I have forgotten what life in the slow lane is like. I can surely use a break like that. But I totally agree with your closing paragraph – small towns are not for me, either. I love to visit, but living there is something else.
Love the pictures. Thanks for sharing.
I’ve seen pictures ofmShanghai—beautiful place, and very busy. I don’t blame you for wanting to get a little slice of peace and quiet, but then wanting to return to city life.
Looks like a great little town. Reminds me of the quaint little town where I work.
So many small tons resemble each other, no matter where the are, don’t they, HG?
These photos are so poetic. I can feel the tranquility. If you go back, would you post more pictures of this place for us?
I have more shots of the covered bridge, Amy, and a few more of the lake. It was hard to decide which ones to post. I don’t know when we will go back because it is in such an isolated spot and not near anyone we know. But it would make a lovely fall trip to see the foliage.
Wow! Your pictures really captured the beauty of this lovely place. It does looks like a wonderful place to get some rest and relaxation, but I also need my hustle and bustle city life. I love the town, including the clock tower..that is just amazing.
That clock tower reminded me of the movie “Back to the Future.”
It’s so beautiful, I am a confirmed country bumpkin myself, I find the bustle of a big city fascinating, intriguing but only for a short while. I want to see a proper covered bridge like that! 🙂
have you lived in the country all your life, Eye? I grew up fifty miles from New York City, so city life feels good to me. When I went to college, I lived in a very rural area at the University of Connecticut and then I stayed on for six years more after we were married. We loved it, but we can’t go back to it.
Fifty miles is a huge distance in this country! This is the biggest town I’ve lived in (population 40,000) and the biggest I can cope with. I need green. I grew up in a small town (population under 7000) where you could see fields from every road thanks to the hills. Mind you, your American ‘cities’ become cities a lot smaller than ours so it’s a little hard to tell sometimes! 🙂
Fifty miles is nothing here, Eye. Many people commute to work longer distances than that. The town I grew up in was considered a commuter town because many people took the train into New York City to go to their job. It was just a quick hour ride.
Yeah many folks commute that kind of distance still around London but mentally it’s a big ole way. Lots of people fret about driving half an hour away, such an expedition! An hour away? Well that’s like planning a trek to the South Pole. Crazy. 😉
I guess when you live in a country as large as the U?S., fifty miles seems like a drop in the bucket. And some of our cities are huge geographically. When we lived in San Antonio, it took us forty-five minutes to an hour to drive from one side of the city to another.
Oh….I can hear “This is not TX anymore.” What a lovely set of options you have in New England.
Yes, quite different than Texas in its scenery, Georgette, but we’ve driven through the Hill Country and seen sites that were every bit as lovely and quaint little towns like Blanco.
Beautiful. And that doesn’t begin to capture the emotions your pictures evoke.
Thanks, Adela.
gorgeous photos, so glad the city mouse got to visit the country mouse.. thanks for posting!
Thanks, DAF. We city folk need to get out of the city once in awhile to renew our spirits.
I’m with you 100%! I love visiting my in-laws on their farm. It’s a delightful change of pace, but I couldn’t live there. I’m a city girl at heart.
We are very much alike in that, Shary.
I love the pictures and am ready to jump in the car and go there myself! I moved to Maine to adopt a change of pace in life. That being said, I also could not survive in the middle of nowhere. My rule was, peace and quiet with an art/museum filled city within an hour. Although being on the coast of Maine reminds me of why I moved here every July and August ~ I LOVE being here 10 months a year. Portland is a 20 minute commute to great art, great music, etc. I do miss some aspects of being in the Philadelphia/New York/Washington triangle, but bottom line, it was worth the sacrifice!
Portland is a wonderful city, Carol. Even though you are not near a major metro area, you have access to so much there.