Woodbridge
Wandering the back streets of Woodbridge, Connecticut, where we became lost amid all the myriad crooks and turns in the roads, we came upon a perfectly proportioned home. The Woodbridge is so intriguing that we looked, admired, walked on and returned yet again for another admiring glance. With the tolling of the church bells, instant thoughts of being in another era surfaced – thoughts of a simpler time and place.
