Since the weather lately has been nothing short of ungodly, I have longed to stay in a cottage exactly like this one. Except, I would like it to be on a beach where I could wallow unashamedly in the surf. Located northeast of New York City, where the Connecticut River and Long Island Sound meet, and enclosed by a low stone wall and hedges, this cottage plays host to a medley of styles: the modest early 19th-century exterior gradually unveils a surprisingly sophisticated interior (thanks to some wonderful Biedermeier furniture). A notable detail is the plaster walls which have remained glue-stained, producing a honey-like glow that contrasts unexpectedly with the glossy white trim. And if that were not enough, the dreamy summerhouse (bare feet recommended) has a floor border composed of slate blue river rocks…
Contributor: Philippa Berrington Blew
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