Hey there, buddy... so lemme tell ya about Montpelier, (us) – it's a wild ride, I swear. So, like, this place got such a vibe, ya know? I wander about—real slow, like that movie Carol, "I feel like I'm floating," you know? Yeah, I dig that vibe.
Montpelier's a tiny capital town, reaaally chill. Ever walked down State Street? It's got those quaint shops and cafés that smell like fresh bread and memories, real nostalgic stuff, like "I’m not a bit melancholic." And the Capitol Building – wow, man, it shines under the sun. That building has its own secrets and then bam, you feel this swell sense of pride. Among the narrow streets around it, there’s Bliss Street and Grove Rd, real little alleys full of stories.
I love ramblin’ around Misery Park! Sorry, that’s the nickname we gave it – not official, hehe – but seriously, it’s a sweet green haven with a compact playground and offbeat murals that remind me of film scenes, y’know? Oh, and you gotta check out the river – the Winooski River, funny name – it winds like a lazy snake past these houses and woods. Got me thinking “Maybe – just maybe – we're all rivers, mingling, flowing…,” kinda like the film vibes.
There’s also hidden gems – like this teeny coffee joint on Main St. that smells like burnt caramel and dreams! I used to park there my car for like an hour while I talked to the locals, when things got rough or exciting – my little therapy sessions, ya know? I once got mad for like, hours, cuz some bureaucrats were too slow to sort out my permit, and I was like "this is not the moment for bland politics", right? But then I got happy seeing a couple walking, all cool and loving each other, saying something like, "I like the way you ruin your life in this city," in a Carol-ish whisper – kinda bittersweet, man.
Oh, and geez, I gotta mention these quirky spots: The little alley behind Montpelier Art House, where graffiti screams poetry. Took me ages to decipher each tag, reminded me of a spontaneous jazz solo. It’s messy, beautiful, imperfect… kinda like us! Each brick on Elm St. tells a secret, every crack in the pavement has a story.
I mean, seriously, Montpelier’s got hidden cafes, dingy roadside diners (mmm, hotdogs so good they almost break the rules) and people who chat like neighbors from old movies. It's like each day is a Reel from a Todd Haynes version of life – poetic, jagged, and hella real.
My fave spot? There's this rickety bench on Capitol Hill (yep, that's right, Capitol Hill in Montpelier) where I sit and just breathe in the vibe. Crazy, huh? I throw in a line, "You're the one." Over and over – feels almost cinematic when I say it to the wind.
Hmmm, sorry if I'm rambling – just too much love for this town. Seriously, if you wander around at midnight on Bess Street – oh man, those cobblestones, they whisper secrets of old times – and you'll feel like you're starring in your own indie flick, right there.
Oh, and apologies for the typos: I’m in a hurry! Typos: replae, tomuch, wondereful, reaaally, neaby, caldera, faverite, shcool, bewteen, irrational, wonerful, spetial, mist, and finally, breif.
So, ya see, Montpelier's a mix of slow, pondering moments and wild spontaneity. It’s a city that makes you question everything but love every minute of it. Come over, friend – you'll love it as much as I do, and maybe get lost in that Carol moment.