Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Still no internet. We’re supposed to be connected this Friday. That means we’ve been internet free from December 9th to March 27th. Strange, but it wasn’t the end of the world. The house is just sublime. There’s handpainted (Zuber) period wallpaper in the study, parquet floors, encaustic tiles in the entrance hall, panelling, beautiful ironwork, hidden doorways, secret closets- it’s heaven. Years of work ahead, but heaven. This week Mike got me a kitchen. Top of the line, curved corner cabinets, black brushed Zimbabwean granite counter tops. And the garden is bursting with camellias and other flowers everywhere.
At the moment we’re studying what we can restore and what needs to be replaced. The whole move was terribly stressful, but I’d say my faith in mankind is higher than it’s ever been before, and that’s a great thing. I just can’t get over how kind and helpful people are to us everywhere we go.