My Appreciation & A Walk on Crescent Hill

I appreciate the comments left on yesterday’s post and shall respond to each of them over the next few days.

In the meantime, I offer a lighter subject: a tour of Crescent Hill, the section of Louisville in which I now live. These few photographs are just the beginning of the excursion; I shall endeavor to add a few more search week.

We begin at my house: the 101-year-old white one, with red door and yellow trim. Unfortunately our walking companion, Alex, who lives in the house with his servant (me), refuses to accompany us. He was outside catting about all night and has decided that today is a perfect day to spend napping.

This is the house across the street from my house. Like mine, it is of shotgun design that has been enlarged and modified.

One of the things that I appreciate about the street on which I live is the variation of the architecture. Although most of the houses are 80 to 110 years old, each is unique, unlike the suburban subdivision to which my parents moved 50 years ago.

The design of this house is distinctive even with the street’s varied architecture. Most people who visit my street comment upon it. I believe that it is not as old as the other houses; I would enjoy knowing its history. Unfortunately, no one with whom I have talked about the house seems to know anything about it.

Half a block from my house, Bayly, the street on which I live, intersects with Frankfort Avenue, Crescent Hill’s main drag. Frankfort, for the most part, is lined on one side by small shops and cafes; the other side of the street is a railroad track. The nearest shop in the picture is Carmichael’s Book Store; I must ration my visits to it if I am not to bankrupt myself purchasing books.

Another shop I need not enter too often is Café Glace: I am addicted to their Italian ice cream, not to mention the pastries. However, on this visit, we may as well go in and rest for a moment. What flavor will you have?

As we return to the street on which I live, we pass the colorful shops which are beginning to encroach on it from Frankfort Ave.

As we enter my house, we awaken Alex from the nap he has been enjoying on top of my printer.

If you enjoyed this short walk, let me know in the comments and I shall endeavor to continue to post pictures of walking tours around Crescent Hill and Louisville at least weekly.