March 19 -- more Victorian neighborhood

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At first, some of these houses might appear to be rather plain.

When we look closely, we see some embellishment...............

Not all the houses were big.

Tile roof?  Very unusual in the northern US.

Thinking of France, again -- Chantal, who so generously showed us around La Rochelle, was very surprised to learn that very few houses in the northern US have tile roofs.  It seemed that, to her, tile was the only appropriate roofing material.  Well, maybe slate is ok.  But shingles?  Goodness no.  Only extremely poorly constructed houses in France would have shingle roofs.  Why on earth don't all decent American houses have tile?

Um.  Dunno.  ??

(Wondering, in retrospect, how tile holds up when it's as cold as it is here, in Michigan, in the winter.....)

Here is someone who agrees that tile is best.

Mostly brick, in this neighborhood, but not all......

Gracious goodness.  When one speaks of a muchness...............  One gets a sense that "less is more" would never, ever, have been comprehensible to the Victorians......

I really want to go in and have a good look around!  Aside from the fact that it must be an oven in the summer, loving that upper floor!  The tower, the tiny balcony.......  (Well, ok, it's probably not a real balcony, but still....)   Wondering why the plump roof on the tower.

Here is one end of Belgravia Court.

This is across the green space from the house at right, above.

My!  How incredibly grand!  How lushly embellished!

*Seriously* wish I could wander through!!!!!!!!!!!



I mentioned the green space -- Belgravia Court's fancy ladies face each other over a narrow lawn.

Perhaps it is a ball -- they are standing very close to one another, and they are all got up regardless.....

Street at the other end of Belgravia Court.  More and more Victorians, and I wanted to show that the trees are turning pink as they think about leafing out and/or blooming.

Even the ones that look plain ...

... are embellished.

Water feature, in a tiny front yard.

I wonder if the window was broken at some point.  I like this, but it seems anachronistic.

Pointy arches everywhere.

Eventually, even I become tired of photographing architectural details.

I returned to the hotel parking lot (again scoring an excellent spot, hooray!).



Here is a watercolored-to-obscure-identities image of the bridge tournament, as they get ready to play.

In order to facilitate reading the Louisville posts in chronological order, I have put a link at the end of each post to the next one. The post after this one is here.

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