There was a time when we (I) dreamt of becoming the owner of this house. Sometimes I sneaked in to the yard and peeked in through the windows when the owner was not there. He was almost never there, the author from Denmark. We suspected that he would leave it eventually. Then one day he did. We realized it when another man from Denmark moved it, with his family. No more sneaking in the garden or peeping in through windows. But they are seldom here. I still like to look at it, even from a distance.
This amazing brick house seems to have everything – ateliers, huge windows, enormous headroom, fresh kitchens, gymnastics halls, classrooms, wooden floors, herringbone floors, a beautiful green garden, wild strawberries… What a dream, makes my knees weak. And it’s for sale, cheap! All pictures here.