Last week my mother-in-law treated me to a three-day getaway at The Greenbrier. And it was, in three simple words...vintage southern luxury. I must admit...from the time I was twelve, quietly immersed in the 1024 pages of Gone with the Wind, I've secretly wished to visit that charming, chivalrous, ephemeral old south. And now, I'm absolutely certain we traveled through time to a place of courteous, elegant, southern perfection.
We visited about four weeks shy of the peak summer travel season...so my glimpse of the resort was a quiet journey through impeccably designed, immense, vacant spaces. It felt the like a reception ballroom before the guests arrive...perfectly poised, quietly waiting for the arrival, the rush of conversation, joy, movement, laughter, life.
We visited about four weeks shy of the peak summer travel season...so my glimpse of the resort was a quiet journey through impeccably designed, immense, vacant spaces. It felt the like a reception ballroom before the guests arrive...perfectly poised, quietly waiting for the arrival, the rush of conversation, joy, movement, laughter, life.
now to just talk a bride into getting married there. WHat a LOVELY place! Great shots:)
(04.03.10 @ 04:16 PM)