A follow-up to my post yesterday about our bookish wedding.
First floor, in the back
Comfy chairs by a window overlooking the river
A view of the Night Kitchen’s deck, where we were married
First floor, right side room — poetry and fiction
The river and falls.
The deck where we were married
Our son is something of an indiscriminate reader.
He thought this was my tote bag, mysteriously transported from home
That path on the left was our “aisle.”
This patio is surrounded by flowers, and it’s where we went after the ceremony for champagne and toasts before lunch.
Here’s one view of the mill (that’s me in blue, taking a picture of my husband).
Upstairs on the second floor — a little reading or writing nook.
Shakespeare and theatre section
The large upstairs nonfiction room; to the right, out of the frame, is a walkway, another entrance.
old typewriters above the narrow stairs
This is us! Three years later . . .