So you liked that view yesterday, eh?
Don't get too barfy, it's at the end of our street, four or five houses down, not hanging directly outside of some disgustingly expensive Oscar de la Renta drapes or anything. We love it, but I won't lie, we'll love it even more when we have direct deep water dock front. Soon. Maybe.
And then this blog might get interesting.
By the way, you know what I recently discovered about our neighborhood? Back in the mid 1800s the street where I now live along the Saint John's River was originally farmland. Around 1870, a prominent socialite named Margaret Mitchell and her husband, Wisconsin railroad tycoon Alexander Mitchell, fell in love with the area and built a winter home on nearly two hundred acres. In 1921, Telfair Stockton bought eighty acres of land north of the Mitchell estate to develop a neighborhood and called it San Marco. The business district, where we walk a couple of blocks to get our coffee every morning, was designed after the Piazza di San Marco.
And do you know where the Piazza di San Marco is located?
ITALY. Where we'll be in just a few weeks. Turns out there is totally a place like home.
Florida's coastal San Marco was a huge hit back in the day. Luckily, it's initial success carried it through the Depression, which includes the year that our house was built. And the scenic layout, lack of commercial intrusion, and proximity to downtown continue to make it one of Jacksonville's most desirable communities to live in today.
But, really, we just like the view.
And Roger at the Starbucks in the square who never effs up my drink.
And the view.
Anyway, in a few minutes I'm going outside to help Andrew clean up a few of the six hundred and ninety two leaves in the yard. Gross.
I'll let you know if I still love our house after that.