Stayed here for the better part of our ten-day trip to Puget Sound, and it deserves all five stars--though if I were a very light sleeper, I might give it four, due to the heavy early-morning traffic on 39th St. No problem that closing the windows wouldn't mostly solve, but the weather was so great this August that we kept them open. The apartment is beautiful and ought to be given the respect it deserves, so please don't plan any big parties. There is a lot of original art work in the living space, and there were no uninteresting books among the lot; so the owners are (in one of many possible worlds) probably poets who rent out their space in order to live without having to worry too much about money. Fremont is a very cool neighborhood before the witching hours of say, 11pm and into the night, when the drag several blocks away becomes populated with a few obnoxious youngsters who seem to have traveled from elsewhere (New Jersey?) to occasionally pollute Fremont's otherwise pleasant alleys and backstreets with the stink of unthreatening-but-still-abrasive ignorance. Quiet drinks with old friends seem to be hit-or-miss. But, to be fair, we only had time to try this out on three occasions after the aforementioned witching hour. All this considered, my wife and I would stay here again in a heartbeat. We love Fremont entirely for its imperfection. There are many city neighborhoods in the world that take themselves too seriously--if that makes any sense. There's mostly good stuff here, though, and the peoples' love for their neighborhood seems refreshingly unironic in our snarky age. I wish I had such a great grocery co-op in my neck of the woods, and a bar where people can hang out with their dogs and with other peoples' dogs. We were so close to our friends in Wallingford and Ballard; and the quick rides into downtown Seattle or the U-District were as easy as ten minutes. We'd stay here again in a heartbeat. Thank you Luke and Danni!