Before I get to the main event of last weekend, AKA the actual wedding, I had to first post about the town of Grafton. Or really I should say village, since technically it does not qualify as a town. With a population of 200 people (which we almost doubled during the wedding weekend) it definitely qualifies as a place where everyone knows everything about everyone. But it’s more than that. As Brett and I rolled into “town” (AKA drove down Main Street) last week I couldn’t help looking around in complete shock and wonder. The place looks like a flippin’ movie set. American flags and flower boxes on every house, quaint country stores, white picket fences and friendly people just waving as you walk down the street. After the weekend I decided that the village is either completely fake (as in, it really IS a movie set) or there’s something sinister going on underground. Like zombies that are posing as real people or a cult that kills touristy outsiders…you know, things like that. Because I refuse to believe there is a place that perfect that’s actually…perfect.
Here’s the proof. All pics were taken by my photographer hubs, hence the logo.
Do you see what I mean? Zombies for sure….
Stay tuned for even more Vermont wedding pics where I promise to actually post pictures of the bride and groom.