Description

There is a street in West Adams the rest of the city has probably just never found, 14 houses, old as the century itself, leaning into each other under trees that have had 120 years to fall in love with the sky above them. It is the kind of hush that makes you lower your voice without meaning to. And behind one gate on that street, waiting like it knew you were coming, is 2624 Van Buren Place, and it is dreamy in the truest sense of the word, the kind of place you didn't know to ask for until you saw it. Built in 1903. On the National Register. A Victorian Four Square that wears its age like something earned, not endured, honey-colored light pouring through the same windows that have watched over a hundred years of Tuesdays and birthdays and quiet Sunday mornings. People have loved this house the way you always hoped you would love your someday-house, quietly, thoroughly, in all the places no one would ever see. New foundation. New systems. New everything beneath the beauty. So what you feel walking through the door isn't a renovation, it's a rescue, and the house knows it, and it shows. Four bedrooms wander through 2,505 square feet of soft light and old wood. Upstairs, there's an extensively built-out laundry room just sitting there, quietly begging to become something more, a primary suite, practically drawn and waiting - the hardest part done, all that's left is you saying yes. Slip out back and there's a carriage house all its own at 2624 1/2, its own address, its own life. Make it the studio you keep saying you'll finally use. Make it the guest cottage for the people you love most. Or leave it exactly as it is, generating $2,400 a month, and let the house pay you back a little every time the rent comes in. And then, the garden opens up like the last page of the book you didn't want to end. A pool holding the whole sky in it at sunset. A pavilion built for long, slow dinners under string lights, big enough for fifteen laughing people and every story they've brought with them. Seven fruit trees so generous you'll be leaving lemons on doorsteps by August, which, on a street like this, is simply how you fall in love with your neighbors. Almost 9,000 square feet, hidden behind a hundred-year-old gate, room enough for a party that spills past midnight, and just as much room for one average Monday evening, barefoot, with a glass of wine and the dogs and kids at your feet. Percy H. Clark built this whole beautiful row, then built himself a house two doors down and never left. That's the secret this street has been keeping all along, the kind of place people don't find so much as fall into, and once they do, they just get to dream a little bigger than they thought they were allowed to. Photos of two story one bed/one bath available upon request.