The moonlight reflected from the chilling snow gleams on the rhinestone-studded shoes of the lavishly dressed women as they walk up the meandering stairway. Every articulate granite step leads you one step closer to the excitement within. The aura of magic leaks through the open doorway which leads to these fashionable people and adventures that lie inside. The passage through the doorway marks the entrance from the stairway to heaven. People masquerade around the richly made rugs, the immaculate golden Buddhas and the finely textured polar bear wall hangings.
All eyes fix themselves on the extravagantly dressed lady wrapped in furs and draped with pearls.
Then the night falls into a daydreamer's world, but when you pinch yourself you realize it is always a reality at Madam Sherri's castle in West Chesterfield, New Hampshire. Chesterfield had never seen anyone quite like Madam Sherri. She was an extraordinary woman who was born in Paris in 1878. In the early 1920's, she moved to New York to become a costume designer in the theaters located there. It was around 1930 that she bought land on the back side of Rattlesnake Mountain on Gulf Road.