Here is the view looking across the street from her balcony. Walking down Strawberry Street the first night, I stopped to text, almost tripping the guy running behind me, who it turned out as luck would have it, was a dear friend from Mount Jackson. He came over the next evening, as did my daughter Hannah who lives nearby and my friend Elana from work. We hung out on the balcony and paid homage to Bacchus.
This is as far as I got in my explorations the first night.
Such a livable locale. Seems like most of the business here is pedestrian, yet enough to sustain a sweet operation.
Folks were sitting out on a lot of the porches. The neighborhood has a very at-home feel.
So... the second night, as I said the four of us hung out on the balcony, telling stories and laughing.
Loving this grille work on three neighboring houses
And the attic windows of these neighbors.
I'm not sure what to call this twin action they've got going on, but it's pretty cool.
These four are doing a lovely job of complementing each other.
Other architectural details fascinated me:
Why don't more shingled roofs show imagination?
This builder clearly got into the embellishments.
When I rounded the corner back to Monument Avenue, a wide and busy avenue separated by a large grassy median walkway almost constituting a park in itself, and many of its intersections boasting huge statues for drivers to circle, both sides of the avenue lined with huge trees and grand mansions, well when I rounded the corner and saw the sign on this church, I knew it was time to head back and crawl under the covers.
Organized religion insidiously instilling fear and hate. What is the point in this witch hunt?
The last night I discovered a couple sweet nearby eating establishments
and the Strawberry Street Market, which has a fabulous selection of ...well, everything.
I see why the RVA [Richmond, Virginia] stickers on so many cars. So much cool stuff going on.
Who couldn't live happily in The Fan?