I had been enroute to meet Bad Tim for dinner when I spied a man near the garage and stopped to chat. He was the owner and after we chatted long enough for him to determine I wasn't as weird as I really am, he allowed me to come into his yard to do these photos.
Bonus point! The fleur-de-lis which completely captivated me. The owner said he thought it was a family crest. (Bad Tim disagreed over dinner.)
The owner told me the house was built by a stone mason named Bauer.
I am so freaking envious.
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