After reading my "Couple In England" post on my outing in Mayfair and my stroll to Beau Brummell's London townhouse in Chesterfield Street, author Rosemary Stevens just informed me that it has been on the market for nearly a year, with an asking price of nearly nine million pounds. Which firmly places it out of my price range, alas. Rosemary suggested that we all pool our money in order to buy it. A grand idea, but not practical when you figure out that we'd need at least five hundred some odd people to go in on it aside from ourselves. Not only would the crowd of us not fit in the house, but if we time shared the place, we'd each only get a half day each year. Sigh. Here's the listing. Read it and weep. I know I did. Labels: Beau Brummell, Kristine Hughes
