At 6pm on Friday night, lovely husband C. received a phone call from yours truly, inviting him to pack a bag and jump on a train. So he did, and met me three hours later at the Peacock Inn in Princeton. As we were toasting our spontaneity, I had to pinch myself… only four weeks ago we were having dinner on Chapel St, Melbourne and now here we were doing the same thing in Princeton, New Jersey!
We hit the town on Saturday and it just happened to be the day of the annual town fair. It was all blue skies, sunshine, cheer leaders and hip hop dancers, served up with a healthy dose of frat boys. We immersed ourselves in all things American, wandering from stall to stall, stopping at interesting exhibits of talented people doing skilful things, weaving through the slow moving families and enjoying the sensory overload that goes hand in hand with fair days.
|The whole town turned out for the fair, Princeton, NJ|
|The pie throwing contest was a massive splat... I mean hit, Princeton, NJ|
|The more serious side to the festivities... messages of hope to Japan|
When we’d had our fill of the town, we strolled through the grounds of the university… and almost wished we could relive our carefree, student days at Princeton. It was stunning. Big, stone buildings covered in moss, wooden doors polished to a satin-y golden sheen, wrought iron gates and ancient trees providing shade for relaxing students. I soaked in the beauty and also felt smarter as we were walking around - surely 250 years of learning in one place has to rub off somehow!
|The hallowed halls... grounds of learning, Princeton, NJ|
|Some lucky students actually live here, Patton Hall Princeton, NJ|
|This is serious business, Princeton, NJ|
Naturally on our way home I spent quite a bit of time thinking through which degree I could sign myself up for at Princeton... before I remembered my penniless student days and realised it would mean giving up my dream of my Chanel 2.55!
From Princeton, with love xox