Continuing the photo tour of our outpost on Poppy Lane in North Berkeley.
What you see from Poppy Lane…
…and what you see if you peek over the fence.
Looking from the dining room to the front deck.
Here’s the view through the dining room. The top floor resembles a glass shoe-box. I’ll show you the view to the west from the southern end of the house to the north.
Inside, to the left of the front door is my office. Sliding door for privacy.
From my office.
The kitchen.
From the living room.
Location.
The house is two blocks from the crest of the ridge across the bay from San Francisco.
Rock climbers frequent the two neighborhood parks. Cragmont Park has a magnificent panorama of the U.C. Berkeley campus. From atop Remillard Rock you can see the Marin Hills, Alcatraz, the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, and south along the San Francisco peninsula. We are a brief walk from an immense regional park, where I frequently go hiking.
Down the hill, a five-minute drive or twenty-minute walk, is the Berkeley “Gourmet Ghetto,” home of Cafe Panisse, the Cheese Board, the original Peet’s Coffee, the farmer’s market, Black Oak Books, our wine merchant, and the first outlet for Ecco shoes in America.
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This evening Uta and I signed and initialed our way through a one-and-a-half inch thick “disclosure statement” on the house we were thinking of buying. We signed a zillion forms. We handed our realtor a check for $36,000. At noon tomorrow, we would make an offer to buy a charming place about six blocks down the street from us.
At 8:30 tonight, we wandered into Nizza la Bella to talk about whether we were doing the right thing. We looked at the photos of the place I’d shot this afternoon. We talked. And we concluded we would be better to spend our money converting our current place into a dream house than to buy something that might prove too small.
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