I often write about the charm of buying and owning a home on one of the slow lanes in Key West. Since most of the Old Town lanes are often sandwiched in between large blocks, the houses on the lanes are often cottages as opposed to larger homes. These homes are ofttimes located on smallish one-way streets that may only one or two blocks long. Some locals probably could not tell you where many of these little lanes are located because they are tucked away from view. Such is the case for the new listing at 1316 Villa Mill Alley. Villa Mill Alley is located about one half block east of Simonton Street just south off United Street. This is a small enclave of very expensive homes with location few people know exists situated just on the edge of the Casa Marina Area.
I found an old aerial photo of the Casa Marina Area that was taken in 1930. I added an arrow to show where the original home was built several years ago. Upper Duval Street is located a block and a half to the west. The lot measures 110' X 80.26' or 9,775 sq ft. According to the Monroe County Property Appraiser shows the square footage of the property as 2200 sq ft. The property was just completely renovated and expanded. I think the property appears to be much larger because of the connective walkways between the buildings which make up this incredible Key West home.
There are two entrances to the home both of which are located on Villa Mill Alley and both of which are shown above. The formal entrance is located immediately to the left of the two story bedroom building centered above. The informal entrance is to the right side and adjacent to the double garage.
Instead of walking into the home, you enter a covered walkway that connects the living area on the north and the master and guest bedrooms on the south. No matter which location is your destination, your eyes are immediately diverted to the lush tropical gardens, koi pond, pagoda, and pool. Like I said, this is no Key West cottage.
The great room is designed for very relaxed and informal Key West living, but at the same time exudes a sense of dramatic style. You'll quickly notice architectural and building elements like the wide wood floors, the impact glass doors and windows, extra-wide horizontal wall boards, and vaulted ceiling. These elements are carried throughout the property. The glass doors retract and open out to the covered deck that looks out to the dramatic courtyard.
The third bedroom and bath (or as currently used den) is located just on the far side of the great room. It likewise has doors which open out to garden and the adjacent pagoda.
The master suite is located on the first floor of the bedroom pavilion. Imagine waking up in the morning looking out to the garden and hearing the babbling koi pond and viewing the tropical foliage. While the bath has all the latest in high end bath fixtures, you may be more likely to take your morning shower in the adjacent outdoor shower. A spiral staircase leads to the second floor guest bedroom.
The guest bedroom really is tucked away and located out of sight up the spiral staircase. There is a morning kitchen located just inside the entry so that guests won't have to go down the steps for coffee or cocktails unless they really feel the need to socialize. Otherwise, they can make cozy up in their own private luxury suite. The doors open out to a huge deck from which they can view the grounds and dream what it must be like to own such a wonderful retreat. CLICK HERE to view more photos I took of this property.
1316 Villa Mill Alley is offered for sale at $3,495,000. CLICK HERE to view the Key West mls datasheet. Then please call me, Gary Thomas, 305-766-2642, to schedule a private showing of this one-of-a-kind Key West property. I am a buyers agent and a full time Realtor at Preferred Properties Key West. Let's go take a look. Perhaps this could be your own private Shangra-La.
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The Santa Caper
Christmas is always a time for reflection. I look back with such fondness on the way things used to be when I was growing up in the
1950s. While I live in the present and don't dwell on the past, I cannot
shake my memories of wonderful (and some not so wonderful) times many years ago.
My parents were barely out of their teens when my sister was born in 1930. Five years later my big brother was born. Those two little kids were brought up during the Depression and moved with my mom and dad from city to city wherever my dad could find work including Dallas, Oklahoma City, Omaha, Cincinnati, and Lexington. My family had moved to Denver by the time I came along in 1947. I was an accidental baby that had the misfortune to live in a family who believed the Depression was still going on. Throughout my youth and teen years, I thought my mother was as tight as the Grinch. But I can remember when even she lightened up at Christmastime and made cookies, fudge, divinity, and hot chocolate too.
Not to miss a bargain, she bought the shortest and cheapest Christmas tree she could find. She placed it on top of our coffee table which made it look taller. There is an old photo of tiny me looking up at that tree. I remember one night so vividly. I pulled on an ornament and in the process pulled the tree down as well. My mother screamed at wee me and I thought bloody hell, I'm done for!
Just a couple of years later on the afternoon of Christmas Eve, I was helping my mother clean out the refrigerator to make room for our Christmas feast. I was perhaps eight or nine years old. I placed every single thing from the inside of our refrigerator on top of the blonde drop leaf dining table. I learned about gravity that afternoon. The above photo shows a table much like ours. Imagine the drop leaf extended and the entire contents of a refrigerator piled top of the table - pounds and pounds of food and liquid - awaiting to become party of a Christmas memory.
Just before Christmas my dad found this new time saving can of concentrated coffee (the size of a big tomato juice can). The concept was simple: put a spoon of concentrated coffee into a cup, add hot water, and wham-o you have intensely rich coffee. The last item I placed on the drop leaf table was the big can of liquid coffee. Back then tin cans had holes punched on either side to allow air pressure to let the contents flow: I guess resealable tops had not yet been invented. At first the table leaf teetered, and then it tottered. I reacted quickly, but not quick enough. The table tumbled onto our brand new wall to wall carpet. Bloody hell again! I thought for sure I would die on this day. I raced to the phone and called my dad to come home quick, I told him my mom was going to kill me. He rushed home from work. The carpet was stained forever. It was all my fault.
I think it was the next Christmas that my folks last spent together. My dad had been in the hospital for some unspoken problem which I now think involved his prostate. I remember being surprised and so happy when he came home on Christmas Eve day. I told him how much I missed him and loved him. I remember him hugging me so tightly that day. A week later on New Year's Eve day we all awoke to a great fire. I remember hearing fire engine sirens awaken me in the early morning. The sirens were screaming in our little town. That sort of thing just did not happen back then. Sirens and cops and fire engines were foreign to me. We looked out from our living room window to flames and smoke visible more than three blocks away. I remember it well, this truly was bloody hell. The next day was New Years Day, my birthday. I walked up to the scene of the fire: a Safeway store at 38th and Benton. I remember people walking among the ruins. The front wall was gone and water was all over the floor. People were picking up cans of food as though they were souvenirs or something. Like a little fool I followed the adults inside and found a lime which I kept as my prize.
By the next Christmas my mother and dad had divorced. My mother told me there would be no Santa Claus that year. She said I was too big. I was not too big: I was still a squirt. My big brother had told me continuously for years that there was no Santa. The year prior (when my dad came home from the hospital) I went shopping with my mother and grandmother. My prying eyes spotted little toys and a 45 RPM record of Ave Marie that ended up in my Santa stocking on Christmas Day. So I reluctantly admitted to myself that my treacherous big brother hadn't made this stuff about Santa. Well, he was still being mean: he wanted to spoil Christmas for me. Not so fast you big dick. I'll teach you one last trick.
So on that Christmas Eve day when I was told not to hang my stocking, I decided to have one last visit from Santa. I went to Woolworth's and bought some candy and small toys including pieces for my Lionel train set. I returned to my house and found one of my mother's nylon stocking which I filled with the small toys, candy, and some fruit and hid the stuffed stocking in the garage.
We didn't have a fireplace. I always left the front door unlocked so Santa could get inside and leave my presents under the tree and fill my stocking attached to the floor lamp in our living room.
Before I went to bed that Christmas Eve night I made a point of going into my mother's bedroom to fetch a final nylon stocking which I hung it on the floor lamp in our living room like I had done for years before. My mother said it would be of no use. She knew not of my soon to be ruse. I went to bed, but not to sleep. In the middle of the night through the house did I sneak while my mother and brother continued to sleep. I crept to the garage to retrieve my shocking stocking. While my mother and my brother continued to doze, my Christmas trick replaced her nylon hose with soon-to-be-gifts I purposefully chose.
For every year that I could remember, I would spring from my bed by dawn's early light, to see what Santa had left me that night. I remember on year my mother yelling at me from her bedroom with the door ajar, "Get back into bed!". So that last Christmas I stayed in bed until my mother and brother had arisen, and through the door I did listen. She asked my brother if he had filled the stocking with toys and treats not to be found in our house. No he said, had she? How could it be, did Santa exist after all? I finally got up delighted in having created on the perfect Santa Caper. I took the toys from my stocking and said not a word.
My parents were barely out of their teens when my sister was born in 1930. Five years later my big brother was born. Those two little kids were brought up during the Depression and moved with my mom and dad from city to city wherever my dad could find work including Dallas, Oklahoma City, Omaha, Cincinnati, and Lexington. My family had moved to Denver by the time I came along in 1947. I was an accidental baby that had the misfortune to live in a family who believed the Depression was still going on. Throughout my youth and teen years, I thought my mother was as tight as the Grinch. But I can remember when even she lightened up at Christmastime and made cookies, fudge, divinity, and hot chocolate too.
Not to miss a bargain, she bought the shortest and cheapest Christmas tree she could find. She placed it on top of our coffee table which made it look taller. There is an old photo of tiny me looking up at that tree. I remember one night so vividly. I pulled on an ornament and in the process pulled the tree down as well. My mother screamed at wee me and I thought bloody hell, I'm done for!
Just a couple of years later on the afternoon of Christmas Eve, I was helping my mother clean out the refrigerator to make room for our Christmas feast. I was perhaps eight or nine years old. I placed every single thing from the inside of our refrigerator on top of the blonde drop leaf dining table. I learned about gravity that afternoon. The above photo shows a table much like ours. Imagine the drop leaf extended and the entire contents of a refrigerator piled top of the table - pounds and pounds of food and liquid - awaiting to become party of a Christmas memory.
Just before Christmas my dad found this new time saving can of concentrated coffee (the size of a big tomato juice can). The concept was simple: put a spoon of concentrated coffee into a cup, add hot water, and wham-o you have intensely rich coffee. The last item I placed on the drop leaf table was the big can of liquid coffee. Back then tin cans had holes punched on either side to allow air pressure to let the contents flow: I guess resealable tops had not yet been invented. At first the table leaf teetered, and then it tottered. I reacted quickly, but not quick enough. The table tumbled onto our brand new wall to wall carpet. Bloody hell again! I thought for sure I would die on this day. I raced to the phone and called my dad to come home quick, I told him my mom was going to kill me. He rushed home from work. The carpet was stained forever. It was all my fault.
I think it was the next Christmas that my folks last spent together. My dad had been in the hospital for some unspoken problem which I now think involved his prostate. I remember being surprised and so happy when he came home on Christmas Eve day. I told him how much I missed him and loved him. I remember him hugging me so tightly that day. A week later on New Year's Eve day we all awoke to a great fire. I remember hearing fire engine sirens awaken me in the early morning. The sirens were screaming in our little town. That sort of thing just did not happen back then. Sirens and cops and fire engines were foreign to me. We looked out from our living room window to flames and smoke visible more than three blocks away. I remember it well, this truly was bloody hell. The next day was New Years Day, my birthday. I walked up to the scene of the fire: a Safeway store at 38th and Benton. I remember people walking among the ruins. The front wall was gone and water was all over the floor. People were picking up cans of food as though they were souvenirs or something. Like a little fool I followed the adults inside and found a lime which I kept as my prize.
By the next Christmas my mother and dad had divorced. My mother told me there would be no Santa Claus that year. She said I was too big. I was not too big: I was still a squirt. My big brother had told me continuously for years that there was no Santa. The year prior (when my dad came home from the hospital) I went shopping with my mother and grandmother. My prying eyes spotted little toys and a 45 RPM record of Ave Marie that ended up in my Santa stocking on Christmas Day. So I reluctantly admitted to myself that my treacherous big brother hadn't made this stuff about Santa. Well, he was still being mean: he wanted to spoil Christmas for me. Not so fast you big dick. I'll teach you one last trick.
So on that Christmas Eve day when I was told not to hang my stocking, I decided to have one last visit from Santa. I went to Woolworth's and bought some candy and small toys including pieces for my Lionel train set. I returned to my house and found one of my mother's nylon stocking which I filled with the small toys, candy, and some fruit and hid the stuffed stocking in the garage.
We didn't have a fireplace. I always left the front door unlocked so Santa could get inside and leave my presents under the tree and fill my stocking attached to the floor lamp in our living room.
Before I went to bed that Christmas Eve night I made a point of going into my mother's bedroom to fetch a final nylon stocking which I hung it on the floor lamp in our living room like I had done for years before. My mother said it would be of no use. She knew not of my soon to be ruse. I went to bed, but not to sleep. In the middle of the night through the house did I sneak while my mother and brother continued to sleep. I crept to the garage to retrieve my shocking stocking. While my mother and my brother continued to doze, my Christmas trick replaced her nylon hose with soon-to-be-gifts I purposefully chose.
For every year that I could remember, I would spring from my bed by dawn's early light, to see what Santa had left me that night. I remember on year my mother yelling at me from her bedroom with the door ajar, "Get back into bed!". So that last Christmas I stayed in bed until my mother and brother had arisen, and through the door I did listen. She asked my brother if he had filled the stocking with toys and treats not to be found in our house. No he said, had she? How could it be, did Santa exist after all? I finally got up delighted in having created on the perfect Santa Caper. I took the toys from my stocking and said not a word.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
606 Truman Ave. #7 Key West - Transient Licensed Town Home
The listing Realtor describes the new listing at 606 Truman Avenue, #7, Key West this way:
"Just listed in Windward Park, one block from Duval Street yet secluded in a tropical oasis of 13 private residences. This transient licensed townhouse is offered fully furnished. This home boasts 1260 square feet and has been well maintained. This home overlooks the pool and has a charming front porch and upper balcony. The main level has an open floor plan with full updated bath, spacious bedroom, and access to private rear deck. The upper level has dramatic ceilings, cat walk with access to pool view balcony, and spacious master suite with walk-in closet. This property makes an ideal vacation home or investment opportunity. The Windward Park association has immaculate grounds, secured entrance, and pool. One off street parking space conveys. Pets allowed with restrictions."Windward Park almost looks like a private resort. Each of the town homes look out to the shared community pool that is bathed in the Key West sun most of the day throughout the year. Unlike some larger associations that have dozens and dozens of units, this association has only 13 units which means the pool won't be crowded and filled to the gills with lots of tourists. Each unit has an assigned off street parking spot as well. Entry to the property is controlled via electronic gated access.
606 Truman Avenue #7 is a 1260 sq ft town home offered at $849,000. CLICK HERE to view the Key West mls datasheet and listing photos. Then please call me, Gary Thomas, 305-766-2642, to schedule a private showing of this home before somebody else snaps it up. I am a buyers agent and a full time Realtor at Preferred Properties Key West. HOA fees are just $1142 per quarter and include pool and common area maintenance and professional management.
Monday, December 21, 2015
3029 North Roosevelt Boulevard #25, Key West
3029 North Roosevelt Blvd. Unit No. 25 - Key West
There aren't that many homes, condos, or town homes in Key West which are actually located at waters edge or that even have water views. As a rule properties that are located on the water are pretty darned expensive. Rules are made to be broken. The listing agent for Key Cove Town home Unit No. 25 describes this recently list home this way:
This unit is located at the very rear of the complex on waters edge. This unit and its nearby neighbors share a common Key West architecture that mimics the style of grand Conch houses of Old Town. But they have something the old places don't have - water views and modern construction materials and techniques designed to make living less expensive and more enjoyable. Unit # 25 was built in 2002. It has 1400 sq ft of interior living space divided between two floors. The main level has an open kitchen and great room plus a half bath. But it is the rear balcony with the water views that make this unit so appealing. And then it gets even better.
Upstairs you will find a very good sized master bedroom which is located at the rear. Imagine waking up in the morning and sitting on the rear balcony looking out to the Gulf of Mexico planning how you will spend the day. At sunset you may sit on the balcony again and contemplate your good fortune at owing a waterfront home in Key West. Two more bedrooms are located at the front and each has access to the front balcony. Those bedrooms share another bathroom.
Having covered off street parking is a luxury in Key West. This unit has two covered parking spaces plus additional storage.
The area behind these town homes is filled with trees, tropical foliage, and mangroves. There is space already cut out for you to have access for your kayak or small boat. The water here is very shallow, but that's why small craft function so well in places like this.
If you are looking for either a full time home or a getaway place in Key West, Key Cove town home #25 might be just what you have been looking for. It has great water views, a shared community pool, and it is afford-ably priced for the Key West market. CLICK HERE to view the Key West mls data sheet on this unit which is offered at $699,000 or $499 per sq ft. Better yet, please call me, Gary Thomas, 305.766.2642 or send me an email at kw1101v@aol.com to schedule a showing of this unit. I am a buyer's agent and a full time Realtor at Preferred Properties Coastal Realty, Inc. in Key West. Break some rules, enjoy your life while you can.
There aren't that many homes, condos, or town homes in Key West which are actually located at waters edge or that even have water views. As a rule properties that are located on the water are pretty darned expensive. Rules are made to be broken. The listing agent for Key Cove Town home Unit No. 25 describes this recently list home this way:
"Waterfront Townhome with Garage - Built in 2002 & renovated to the nines just two years ago. This 3 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom townhome is one of only 8 on the open water in the Key Cove development. No detail was spared...bamboo wood floors, California closets, stainless appliances, quartz counters and impact hurricane glass. On the ground level there is a 20' x 43' garage, large enough for a boat and two cars. The 1st living level features an open floor plan with a gorgeous kitchen, half-bath and French doors that open off the living room onto the covered waterfront porch. The upper level features the laundry room, three bedrooms, two full baths and a covered waterfront balcony off the master bedroom. Built new in 2002, the metal roof, Hardie plank siding and impact glass make this a very low-maintenance home with low insurance costs. There is a community pool and one dedicated off-street parking space in addition to the garage."
This unit is located at the very rear of the complex on waters edge. This unit and its nearby neighbors share a common Key West architecture that mimics the style of grand Conch houses of Old Town. But they have something the old places don't have - water views and modern construction materials and techniques designed to make living less expensive and more enjoyable. Unit # 25 was built in 2002. It has 1400 sq ft of interior living space divided between two floors. The main level has an open kitchen and great room plus a half bath. But it is the rear balcony with the water views that make this unit so appealing. And then it gets even better.
Upstairs you will find a very good sized master bedroom which is located at the rear. Imagine waking up in the morning and sitting on the rear balcony looking out to the Gulf of Mexico planning how you will spend the day. At sunset you may sit on the balcony again and contemplate your good fortune at owing a waterfront home in Key West. Two more bedrooms are located at the front and each has access to the front balcony. Those bedrooms share another bathroom.
Having covered off street parking is a luxury in Key West. This unit has two covered parking spaces plus additional storage.
The area behind these town homes is filled with trees, tropical foliage, and mangroves. There is space already cut out for you to have access for your kayak or small boat. The water here is very shallow, but that's why small craft function so well in places like this.
If you are looking for either a full time home or a getaway place in Key West, Key Cove town home #25 might be just what you have been looking for. It has great water views, a shared community pool, and it is afford-ably priced for the Key West market. CLICK HERE to view the Key West mls data sheet on this unit which is offered at $699,000 or $499 per sq ft. Better yet, please call me, Gary Thomas, 305.766.2642 or send me an email at kw1101v@aol.com to schedule a showing of this unit. I am a buyer's agent and a full time Realtor at Preferred Properties Coastal Realty, Inc. in Key West. Break some rules, enjoy your life while you can.
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