So Far, Ottawa
I was expecting a weird house. It sounded weird; my cousin said the place was sixty years old, that it had originally been tiny and that it had been added on to 12 times, that there wasnt a square inch not covered in art. Instead it turns out to be beautiful. Full of light, full of art, full of unusual furniture and hidden passageways (I discovered a tiny mezzanine above the office this afternoon, accessible by ladder, with nothing in there but a window and a light. I’m thinking of turning it into my bedroom.) The place has a very Frank Lloyd Wright vibe about it, and tomorrow I’ll take pictures of the outside.