The Inn at 400 West High
A Charlottesville Bed & Breakfast

Merriment

It started with the soft chirping of a sparrow. Following her around to the side entrance, they walked slowly down stone steps and found themselves in a sunny piazza with a small fountain doubling as a birdbath. She ushered them into a large and well-adorned room in which fellow travelers were already helping themselves to Spanish olives and local goat cheese. Greeted with smiles and handed glasses of wine, they couldn’t help but smile themselves when she said, “Welcome.”

Charm

The room was just as she had imagined. Perfectly turned out with a refurbished antique dresser and a wrought-iron bed covered in lush linens and a thick bedspread. Her many windows looked out onto a private veranda on which a small table and two chairs beckoned. But when she’d seen the shower, with its intricate tiling, steam jets, and beautifully sculpted thick glass door, she knew the first thing she had to do was kick off her shoes and take a long, hot shower.

Conversation

When the sun was up, he came downstairs to find a hot pot of coffee and freshly baked scones waiting for him in the Gathering Room. By the fireplace, he spotted the couple he’d been chatting with last night. They were discussing their plans for the day and encouraged him to join them and a few of their friends for a trip to the local vineyards. It wasn’t like him to tag along on such things, but something about the place made him say yes.