It was like a fairyland. All the lights twinkled, and the fountain slowly faded from blue to turquoise to orange to red. At each corner of the courtyard, a firepit beckoned. Statues — who looked like they’d be at home in an Italian art museum — looked on as we drunkenly giggled and weaved through the square.
After a delicious dinner at Cello, Lori, Sandra, and I made Allegretto Vineyard Resort our own. We explored every nook and cranny, delighting in the art that surprised us around every corner.