Philly's historic colonial Elfreth's Alley, invaded by a BMW. What would Paul Revere have to say about THAT? Well FIRST he'd have to get himself out of Boston because...this is Philly.
Elfreth's Alley, the longest continually inhabited residential street in America is a cobble stoned colonial piece of American history which just happens to have a city sprung up around it. Dating back to the early 18th Century, it is named for blacksmith and property owner Jeremy Elfreth and was the home to artisans and trades people who were the backbone of colonial Philly. You know, those butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers.
(yes, I layed on the cobble stone. It HURT)
Now? It's home to anyone who can fork up the beau coup bucks the homes command AND who don't mind living their lives behind permanently drawn blinds due to the curious poking their noses (and cameras) around their homes. You know, those doctors, lawyers, and corporate executives who are the back bone of urban life. Not that I feel TOO sorry for them, the inconveniences come hand-in-hand with mailing address bragging rights. And seriously, you know what you are getting in to, when you decide to live here. The likes of MOI snooping around your front yard for a good photo.
So just what does it cost to own 1400 square feet of American history? This property is listed for $630,000. A real steal because you actually get 1480 feet for that price. So Ms. Frederico, you can thank me at closing, all I ask is a small piece of your commission to buy a macro lens in return for this free piece of advertising. By the way, I did peek in the windows and let me tell ya...this place is cuuuuute! Kudos to the owners for their choice of traditional colonial stainless steel appliances and gorgeous black granite counter tops in the kitchen. I'm sure ANY candlestick maker would enjoy melting their wax in surroundings like that!
What do you get if you live in one of the hot properties on Elfreth's Alley in addition to a multitude of gawkers? A step back into time, and preservation of three centuries worth of cobble stoned streets, old-fashioned flower boxes, shutters, Flemish brickwork and a multitude of colors and architectural details.
What DON'T ya get? Privacy, and....definitely no where to park that BMW. Which I'm sure would have made Paul Revere smile because he had enough on his plate with the dang British coming. Not to mention severe yearly emotional angst with those Boston Red Sox.