I know it’s not polite to peep inside others’ home, but I cannot help to try to guess what there is inside these so evocative oriel windows, in spite of the bright shining sun, I can see a glimpse of a chandelier inside one of them; a chandelier I like imagining sumptuously baroque and which is oddly switched on …

When houses tell stories they speak always a strange language.




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