Our friend Amber invited us for a weekend away to her family's house in Darien.
It didn't take much convincing and a short 40 minute train ride later, we arrived.
We ate many a good meal and enjoyed the smaller price tags away from our Big City.
Derian might as well be a postcard. Beautiful tree lined streets with colorful hanging baskets.
I've already decided we must go back in the winter to see this town covered in snow.
One beautiful home after another.
I worked diligently to keep my eyes and camera and heart open to all the beauty surrounding us.
The beach and downtown fought for our love and attention.
As did the back porch.
I lost track of how many cups of coffee were consumed here.
Strong coffee and breezy porches are the things good friendships are made of.
And the Very Berry muffins from Upper Crust Bakery didn't hurt either.
Coffee, yes. Back porch, yes. Good friends, yes. Classic Molly-cutting-her-brown-eyes photo, yes.
Amber needed some strong coffee after I scared her half to death talking in my sleep.
I'm a great friend like that.
These steps beckoned us for photos. How could we say no?
We had a picnic on the beach as the sun sank a little deeper. And then we played like kids.
It was the perfect kind of night that didn't require a lot of planning. It just happened.
And I loved every minute.
Window shopping in Greenwich, just a few miles south of Derian.
I will take one of each, thank you, Madewell.
Probably a good thing we got to Greenwich after the shops had closed.
My husband's wallet thinks so at least.
We brought our weekend to a close with a hearty Sugar Bowl breakfast before we departed.
And a little blackmail, ahem, proof of J pulling off the hipster rollup.
Cheers to you, Darien. You are lovely and quaint and a postcard-come-to-life.
Thank you Amber + family for such a peaceful respite in the country.