When I peered through the window, I also saw a vintage donkey (or burro) pulling a cart which was congruous with the room’s theme. Mail was strewn on the floor, and other than the present day wall calendar, it looked as though time had stopped.
As I took photos of the exterior brickwork details, I wondered when the little house was built, and if it ever was someone’s house? Maybe in the early 1900s?
I almost didn’t see this tiny hand-written note on the front door…so it is some sort of business?
And the pretty brick stoop appears to be in good shape but weeds have begun to take over along with leaves.
Soon I will find out the history behind this little house with two chimneys and a clay roof.