WHEN YOU BUY A VIEW
I can't say there was much more to this apartment of 1247 ft. when we saw it and bought it, just a view. It had nothing to do with the bad carpeting that had just been laid by the heirs of the owner, who'd just passed away. They'd done a quick beautification job in hopes that the value would have gone up, but we saw the bad carpeting as nothing more than a "tear down," as they say in the States. We saw only a view.
A view of the Inland Waterway, as it's called, the lagoon between West Palm Beach and the "island," and yes, that's the open Atlantic Ocean in the distance—we're looking south here.
I'd insisted on looking south in fact. But our view is south-southeast, better still, as I'd wanted to have breakfast in the sun on a January morning, on a balcony, just off my bedroom. We're looking at Palm Beach in this photograph, the heart of it.
As for the interior, oh well, we'd do it up. That's me (last May) in the red pants, talking to our builder Chip Valle. I was probably saying, "gut it, get rid if everything, the mirrors especially!" And that's Gil taking the photo.
And the kitchen? Away with it! All of it!
But as for the view, don't touch a thing!
This is the living room, with the guest room off to the left. We've opened that door to more than double its size, unifying the spaces.The track lighting is gone. This is before. I'll show during and after in upcoming posts.
This is the master bedroom. Breakfast will be served out on the balcony, right there on the left. A light bathrobe is the only attire required—there's no one looking in. Bliss.