A storybook sort of three-bedroom detached home built in the 1940s, with a secret garden all long grass and tree swings, and a detached garage way too small for your SUV, so don’t bother even trying. Mahogany trim all over, hardwood floors, fireplace, a couple hundred pretty windows, and a kitchen the colour of a lime blancmange. It’s quite fantastic. And that's before you discover the sunroom at the back of the house like something out of a Merchant and Ivory film, or the alcove upstairs that's way too small to call a bedroom, or even an office; perhaps you read in there, or knit, make art from wool. There is a gas boiler for heat, so the air barely moves unless it's to get out of your way, and there is a deck in front of the house (yes, in front!) so hidden by evergreens you could sit out there and count your treasure. Rideau Public is just down the street and Winston Churchill is walkable.