The side street was narrow and inconspicuous. Except for the fact that there was hardly any room to park, it could have been in a village in Normandy. Entering the outer cobblestone courtyard, I already began to swoon.
The terrasse was picture perfect.
The garden made me long for my old garden in the States. Since I've been an urban dweller, I've persuaded myself that my garden had mostly been a chore; I haven't missed the weeding and composting. Right?
And then this. I think I want a garden in my future. With a humble stone fountain at the end, like this, pleasing the eye and ear.
I want a bathroom with a crystal chandelier.