




Hamilton has a charming residential area; these are some of my favorite houses. The stone house with the turret is my absolute favorite. It's on the other end of the block of my childhood home, and it's stunning, from the tiny windowpanes to the elaborate woodwork, beautiful airy rooms, and river stones covering every inch. The stones are not original to the house, but they're old. And they were brought up bucket by frickin' bucket from the riverbed almost a mile away by the builder. Or so legend has it.
No comments:
Post a Comment