So, we're back in church ... in London.
As I've said before, I love churches, I'm just not a fan of a lot of stuff that goes on in them. So, when someone buys one and turns it into a private home, and yet retains some of the more church-y aspects of the building, then, well, full circle moment, I love a church.
And I love the all white ceiling, even though it kind of masks the buttresses and arches and ribs of the old building; and I love the massive spaces.
And I pray to one day own a home like this. Of course, I also worry about Mistress Maddie, because I know she loves these old spaces and all the white and the dark wood, but I fear that if she enters, she might spontaneously combust ...
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