There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more
-Lord Byron, from Canto IV of Childe Harold
Sharing restaurants, events, recipes, & musings from Connecticut, where summer is a verb & happy hour is a state of mind.
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