We got off to a somewhat rough start. At apartment number one we were greeted by a sweet woman who informed us, in her thick French accent, "no, no...I just move in." At apartment number two the agents key did not work. Three was good, four was better.
Fast forward 3 hours, 2 agents, and seven apartments.We are tired. We are fast walking behind the fastest walking real estate agent in Boston, all the while trying to scarf down the lunch we did not have time to eat. We approach a cute brownstone. But we do not let this get us excited . We have seen many deceiving brownstones today....cute on the outside {Mr. Sabbe calls them Huxstable houses} ...scary, AstroTurf carpet on the inside {ie. Bill Cosby was not the last tenant}
We drag our feet up the stairs as the agent works his way through the 1,000 keys in his pocket, trying to find the one that fits the door. He opens it....and low and behold....it's gorgeous!





Find something you like?...oh yeah, that cute one in Beacon Hill...so cute....
yeah that leased yesterday!
Que sera sera
On the way home I thought I would give myself a little pick me up and peek around in this modern furniture store...but Mr. Sabbe's stomach growled otherwise.
yeah that leased yesterday!
Que sera sera
On the way home I thought I would give myself a little pick me up and peek around in this modern furniture store...but Mr. Sabbe's stomach growled otherwise.