A house we're NOT going to buy. It's funny how your mind works when you really want to find a house to buy. I hated this one at first, partly because the owner (the woman below) never stopped talking and gave me a headache. Partly because I couldn't see how we would fix it up for ourselves. Then, after leaving, I started thinking about the positive points. It has the beautiful original tile floors from the 19th century. It has the high wood-beamed ceilings. It's near a beautiful plaza and concert venue.
It needs a new kitchen, but that wouldn't stop us from buying it.
But it has serious leakage problems, both from the roof and from the upstairs bathroom. The upstairs bedrooms and bath were added on, or Mexicanified. The steps to get up there would be impossible if you were old. The owner never goes up.
We did like the bar in the living room, however. When el sr J commented on it, the owner said she didn't drink. Right.
We went back again with a contractor and he advised against buying it because of all the damage from the leaks. The search continues.
No comments:
Post a Comment