Rapunzel does Montreal
So apparently Montreal has a wide array of whimsical tower homes you can buy in case that’s your thing. Here are some of my faves:
I’m a notorious over-packer. I don’t think I’ve owned a suitcase that I haven’t had to sit on and force the zippers, millimeter by millimeter, to the herniating, overstuffed centre. I have had several frantic, sweaty re-packing sessions at check-in counters in my life. Only to question why I needed to bring a dress haven’t worn since high school or the neurology textbook that I optimistically thought would make a good beach read. But sometimes, you just can’t be sure. What if you actually get to your destination and find you wish you had brought that 17th century brick windmill that reminds you of home after all? No regrets for this homeowner who decided to move this windmill, brick by brick, from France. Seems reasonable. Anyhow, it’s for sale in case you’re feeling nostalgia for the French windmill you left at home.
When I see red broadloom carpeting I just kind of assume that there has got to be at least a little sprinkle of cocaine and sperm in its fibers.
It comes wth a river. I like its tower-hole in the top. So you can collect the rain water for your bath.
So pretty on the outside, the seller decided not to post any pictures of the inside. Makes sense to me. If I’m blowing a cool $27 mil on a house, don’t even wast my time with those annoying little details like the interior of the house. I’m just too rich to fucking care.
5. Damn, I wish I had more money house.
Tight.
6. Damn, I wish I had a lot more money house.
This one is fit for an HGTV princess with a personality disorder.
