As the air is getting cooler I've been mentally reliving our wedding summer (which Radiolab tells me means that I'm rewriting the memories but that's ok). And this one is at the top of my list: even though we were constantly on the go between putting a wedding plan into action and spending time with family, Romain and I were sure to plan a little time to get away, just the two of us. And we knew exactly where we needed to spend that time: Saint-Gaudens National Park.
The home of the sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens, the park and museum are paradise on earth to us. It's perched in the hills of the New Hampshire/Vermont border, tucked into a vibrant forest.
I'll always have a vivid memory of my first visit here, I'm sure of it: we came during a summer in the late 90's with my aunt, my parents, my cousins and a picnic of good things including a Blueberry Buckle the likes of which I am still searching for. In the summer, concerts are played in one of the studio buildings and all the doors are thrown open so the sound wafts over the lawns and gardens where visitors wander. Such was the case for my first visit.
It's easy to see feel why Saint-Gaudens found so much inspiration here but it's harder to describe. Something about the situation of this place makes the soul free.
Studios at the back of the property house models and examples of Saint-Gaudens masterful work and a beautiful interior courtyard and reflecting pool.
This studio sits on the front lawn and is the stage for the summer concerts.
The carriage house has recently been opened for visiting and houses the Saint-Gaudens' original carriages, a room for the stable hand, and the ice room where the number of ice blocks cut from the river was recorded in pencil on the inside of the door each year.
I don't feel my words do any justice to this place. It is so dear to our hearts and was a perfect place to spend a little time letting our new life settle into our minds a bit. But please go. Please visit this place. Because it is magic.