Turreted Bay-Front poised off The Park, refuge from cold - come in from the dark. Truest sense, man's home is his castle, conceived and constructed when life was less hassle. Flows like water, pooling up in wider parts of the river like party people congregating, then spilling over, one warm bath to another. Hesitant Honey? I'm in love with this place! Well my Beloved, could it be too much space?