Our Story
How we
arrived here.
We met at a dinner where neither of us was meant to be invited. Eleanor was a friend of a friend's sister, in the city for one weekend. Hugo had come for the wine. By midnight the table had cleared, and we were still arguing about a Cy Twombly we had each pretended to like.
Four years and three apartments later, we are coming back to a small town we love. We are bringing our families, our oldest friends, the dogs, the babies, and one very temperamental priest we love a great deal.
We hope you will come too. We promise good wine, long tables, candles in the cypresses, and the kind of weekend you do not photograph because you are too busy living it.
With love · E & H
