Sooner or later we discover that life’s most significant moments are not always the ones most noted: the birthdays and the graduations, the promotions and the weddings. The real milestones are the simple moments that unexpectedly knock at the door of memory. The smell of fresh-baked bread from the village baker on a crisp autumn morn. A symphony of sounds: laughter and the crunch of a bocce ball rolling over crushed stone on a summer’s eve. A pivotal moment at the water’s edge at midnight. Heated debate giving birth to enlightened ideas. A garden stroll. Ice cream. The perfect bottle of wine. Picking organic vegetables with a child. Elegance. Grace. Creativity. This is life at Hampstead. It is a place to do more than exist. The question is not when we will die but how we will live. The tragedy is not so much that life ends too soon but that we wait too long to begin it. Hampstead is a place to live the life imagined. A vibrant life. A creative life. A stimulating life. A significant life. This is life at Hampstead. A place to create traditions. A place to create change. A place of energy. A place of enthusiasm. A place of artistry. A place of ingenuity. This is life at Hampstead. A healthy life. A vital life. A simple life. A tranquil life. A beautiful life. The quest is less about living long but living well, less about the length, more about the weight, the depth. This is life at Hampstead. Perhaps the life well lived is indeed long enough. This is Hampstead. A life well lived. THE TOWN of HAMPSTEAD