This sign makes me happy: Route 12, Bethel, and White River Junction,
all stuck together in the center of Woodstock.
I think this is a B&B with a passion for pumpkins.
One of my favorite houses. For decades it was all white, with predictable, dark green or black shutters. Then someone transformed it with this colorful makeover (pale aqua, sage, rust), and it's altogether splendid now.
The main intersection, facing Bentleys, one of my favorite restaurants.
We had a surprisingly warm, gorgeous day, for mid November.
An autumn gathering on the back porch of a shop.
Our inn was intensely Victorian, and not to everyone's taste with its
layered wallpapers and mix of genuine and repro furnishings and fixtures.
Our room had five wallpapers and an antique bed. It was fun to spend a few nights here, but even this lover of all things Victorian felt a bit claustrophobic from all those patterns. I seem to be evolving toward a more modern style — Edwardian style, that is. Painted walls. Simple curtains. Deep cushions and upholstery.
The living room at the inn matches the rest of the decor. I'm not fond of that repro Rococo Revival furniture. It's clichéd, it always looks new and fake, and it isn't comfortable. I always feel like I'm on a stage set when I sit on that stuff. Someday, I'll tell you how I really feel about it.