Compliments are hard to write. They feel fake, and forced, and I always wonder if people can't decide if they're real.
But this house forced me to say something and none of it could possibly be negative. It is stunningly pretty. Once you've managed to find the hidden property, the gate tucked back between a housing complex and a strip-mall, you're going to wonder what century you're in. It is something out of the past, a gorgeous building with a wrap-around porch and a grandfather clock right as you walk in.
We stayed in the master bedroom and after one look at the room, then the bathroom, and then my husband, he left to get champagne. Nothing else would do in the claw-foot bathtub. While I drank champagne, he lit the fireplace (which manages to be in both the bathroom and the bedroom at the same time), and we settled in. It's the sort of place that makes you sad you made other plans. I dream at nights of owning a place like this, and all I saw was the master bedroom and some hallways. Is the rest even better?
Hidden away in the midst of a very mediocre town, in an even odder and more mediocre local, is one of the most romantic, compelling, and adorable places I've ever stayed in. If you're gonna book, bring the champagne with you--save time.