Victorian Wonderland

This is not the same victorian house from the previous post... it is one I found to be even more lovely.  There were hedges all around it, hiding it from the outside world but for one gate, that allowed entry.  Through this gate you can see the steps and the door of the house- all lovely shades of pale yellow, coral, and forest green.  I just feel as if I'm disappearing into Wonderland, just like Alice down the rabbit hole, as I stare at this photograph.  I wonder if you will feel the same way.

New Canaan, Connecticut, USA

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New England

Having lived in actual England, I can now understand why New England, in the United States, bears its name.  The architecture attempts to copy England, and it generally fails, but still looks rather lovely.  There is also an air of aristocracy about much of New England- like the class divisions present in English society exist in a similar structured manner here in the USA.  These divisions definitely do exist, but in New England, there seems to be a drive to show that they are old money, as it were.  Now, I don't mean that this is a bad thing at all.  As a matter of fact, I kind of like it.  I'm not a rich person at all, but seeing places filled with those who have lots of money and class is rather pleasant.  New Canaan seems to epitomize this rather well.

New Canaan, Connecticut, USA

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Northcote House

This was just one of the many houses in the Hampstead area near the Heath.  Many of them seemed to have names, but this one had a charming name and a really cool sign.  So, it got a photograph on my blog.  Hooray!

Hampstead, London, England, UK

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The Corner

At one entrance to Hampstead Heath, there is a beautiful old mansion, made of brick.  Apparently, at many of the entrances to the park there are old mansions, but this is the entrance from which I chose to enter, and I found this building to be particularly beautiful.  It threatened rain the entire day that I was at the Heath.  I kept fearing that I would have to bolt out of the park and find the nearest bus, that could take me remotely near where I lived in London.  However, by some beautiful twist of fate, it rained for about twenty minutes before I arrived, stopped, and held off until I got home.  I was so happy.  I had walked around a fairy tale park for hours under a cloudy sky.  What could be more magical?

Hampstead, London, England, UK

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Grandeur

Gorgeous buildings in the Grande Place.

I had coffee with my friend Pam in the one on stage left house right.

Brussels/ Bruxelles, Belgium

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