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Harmony Homestead Dispatch #9

On my last day in Vermont, Paul and Niki and I met Michael (otherwise known as ‘the boy with the long red hair’) at his shop for lunch. He restores pianos in this spooky factory space built in 1904:

I found cool stuff inside besides the instruments.

Niki played this gorgeous piano dating from 1890, and nearly had a heart attack when I told her later that it costs $36,000!

This one’s a pump organ, if I’m not mistaken.

After lunch at Wicksticker’s (where, like I said, we had beer and peppermint schnapps on the house), Michael took me back to the shop for a little while, but it was too nice an afternoon to work. So we went for a swim.

Our favorite swimming spot on the Poultney River.

It was a perfect last day–at the end of it Gail made her sublimely delicious enchiladas, and we had this for dessert:

(This holy mother of all fruit tarts is from a bakery in Middlebury, but she makes amazing desserts too. Gail is one of those enviable people who can, seemingly without effort, turn a random pile of raw ingredients into edible gold.)

I’m going back to Vermont in a week or so, so I’ll have more photos to post then!

3 Comments to Harmony Homestead Dispatch #9

  1. Sarah Miller's Gravatar Sarah Miller
    September 4, 2010 at 5:31 pm | Permalink

    That swimming spot is GORGEOUS, Camille. I can understand why you fell in love with Vermont.

  2. Kate's Gravatar Kate
    September 5, 2010 at 5:38 pm | Permalink

    That looks so YUMMY!!!

  3. Kate's Gravatar Kate
    September 5, 2010 at 5:38 pm | Permalink

    That looks so YUMMY!!!

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Hi! I'm Camille. I only write stories that could never ever happen in real life, though I do believe in real-life magic. If we were in the same room I'd fix you a cup of tea, but for now we'll have to settle for a virtual connection. I'm really glad you're here.