Houses, Old

How is it that I haven't written about old houses yet? My first love. Maybe old houses are so in my blood that I take the subject for granted, like breathing or sleeping... You see, although my father made his career as a journalist, the family business was really remodeling old houses. I guess I … Continue reading Houses, Old

Old Architecture: My Happy Place

I have spent the last several days hunched over fine print and my eyes are feeling crossed and my spirits a bit squashed. Finishing up my work for the day yesterday, I decided to cheer myself up by looking at the pictures I took when I travelled to Moscow for my dissertation. Since I study … Continue reading Old Architecture: My Happy Place