One week in New England isn’t nearly enough. I wouldn’t mind spending all of fall there every single year. Old Lyme, a town in New London County, has a total population of around 7,600, which is only about 3,000 more people than were attending my high school during senior year. It’s a small town and I absolutely love it. Neighbors know each other, traffic is non-existent, and there are plenty of visually stunning open fields for photo shoots or family football games (we did both while we were there).
We spent a lot of our time in Madison enjoying the ocean views but we steered clear of the water while we were in Old Lyme. All I wanted to see were leaves, historic houses, and barren trees. Oh, and graveyards of course.
We didn’t spend a long time in Old Lyme but it certainly left its impression on both John and I. It was equal parts calming and beautiful. Its the kind of town where even when you don’t know where anything is, you feel right at home. I’m looking forward to heading back to Old Lyme the next time we are in Connecticut.