Saifi is a different animal, unlike other neighborhoods in the city. There, the buildings are uniformly charming, recently renovated, newly painted, all roughly the same height, vaguely frenchy. I any other part of the city a roofless, abandoned old house wouldn't draw the eye. But, as I said, this isn't like other neighborhoods. Clearly, this house is ripe for whatever magic wand will wave it into conforming with the rest of the neighborhood.
It's strange. Normally I'd wonder endlessly at its age and history, at scars inflicted upon it during some unknown, tormented past. I'd imagine the life it's already had, the life that has worn it out . . . but not this time. Here, I find myself wondering, much as I would over a newborn baby, what's in store for it. I wonder what it will be when it grows up.
I have taken multiple photos of this house, mostly taken from under the palm trees, but was never able to get inside it.
ReplyDeleteThe contrast with the surrounding neighborhood is indeed captivating.
My pics are here and here
Oh boy, that's the kind of place where I'd start looking for a way to crawl under a fence when no one was looking, must be some fabulous interior dream house shots to do there... If all else fails, one could always try asking the owner for permission to photograph it before it disappears...
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