As I head back to the car, I retrace my steps down 6th Avenue. Oh my gosh, the gate to “The Studio” is open.
A repair truck is in the gravel pull -off in front of the gate and a worker is on a ladder repairing shingles. His back is to me. Breakfast will have to wait.
Always before my view has been limited to peeks over the fence. Hugh built this house in 1928 and Joanne Mathewson’s book tells me that his wife Mayotta lived there after Hugh died. This cottage is long and I can not capture it in a single shot for you so I attempt to capture it in segments.
The west part shows off french doors with diamond shaped leaded glass windows. The doors open on the main patio. The wisteria is in bloom and Clematis “montana” is cascades gracefully over the roof. The chimney is another masterpiece fashioned of Carmel Stone.
I like the chalk rock foundation with those golden stucco walls.
A small cafe table and chairs sit on the gravel patio.
Panning right , I can see that little oval window that add such a sweet touch.
The long center section of the house has a double door entry.
The hand carved casements that used to be a soft peachy pink are now pale blue.
I can see the stained glass porch light and the “door bell”.
The plants in the window boxes and new blue jar add a touch of color.
The third section of the house has a huge window to let in the afternoon light. And I now see that the garage on the end might have been added later. Hard to tell.
I hike up the hill to see if I can get a better look and poke my camera through some vines to get this shot.
It looks like a bit of England plunked down in Carmel. What an unexpected treat to see more of this house.
I hear a loud growling noise and realize it is my stomach. How rude. I guess I better feed it.