I live in a pretty common American suburb, for the most part, all our houses were built around the same time and they pretty much have a similar look to them; I know that there are even some towns where every home looks exactly the same! That, I really cannot stand.
There used to be a joke going around that if you lived in one of those kinds of towns and came home drunk, you would never find your front door.
Anyway, our home looks pretty much love all our neighbors houses oh, with the exception of 1. There is one home that can only be described as a French provincial Manor. It sits right smack in the middle of one of the streets of our town, and when you drive by that French provincial Manor, you can’t help however suppose to yourself how amazing and beautiful it looks. At the same time, though, that French provincial Manor also looks pretty out of site. It does not look love it fits in our village at all. It looks love it was built there 500 years ago, however of course it wasn’t, and to tell you the truth the people who live in it are a little out of locale as well. They are not French, in fact they are pretty much your average American family just love the rest of us. I do love them, however they are a little odd. Fortunately, I have befriended them, and I have been invited inside their home. When I first went into their home I was shocked. They have all custom built furniture. In every room of their home they have some kind of handmade furniture that is more beautiful than the furniture in the previous room, and my number one room in their home is their Library. It has handmade furniture that includes leather chairs and leather couches. In addition they have gorgeous Cherry furniture wood tables and exotic lamps. They have a beautiful cherry wood plant kneel in the corner and the books are housed on these legitimately gorgeous, ornate bookshelves.