The former dairy farm held undeniable appeal. “I loved the worn stone passageway, which cuts right through the house to the garden,” says Anna, who was equally beguiled by the cozy parlor, with its worn wood beams, creaking doors, and massive fireplaces that spoke of centuries past. Her French and Italian chandeliers and toleware lights seem right at home, as do the velvet draperies and silk-upholstered boudoir bedsteads. Linked by the patina of age, the stone structure embraces its continental contents.
