Okay, it isn’t a house, technically. But the building houses some very nifty stuff, so I’m fudging a bit because the title seems to fit.
This is an outside private door on a building from the 1910’s which holds Cartwright’s Music on 3rd Ave. I popped my head inside the store yesterday to drool at all the pretty instruments, and ended up buying an acoustic guitar. Did I mention I can’t actually play the guitar? Who knows, maybe I’ll get to where I can strum a few chords.