Victorian stories, baby-steps to Maury, a book for all ages, you fill its pages and find within the binding a nod to the past in soaring ceiling height, the blink of an eye in bright winding light, a thumb green with envy at first garden sight, a passing romantic glance on a wood-fueled firelit starry-eyed night, the buyer’s plight, to find a site with room to grow while in the meantime though a true rental below and before you know the money flows and your home acts like a portfolio. What a country. What a city. What an idyllic little village in the center of it all.