Romantically enchanted storybook block bidding fair thee well in an urban fairy-tale. Geographic magic where something happens on your non-commute, crossing 11th, below Lincoln Park, ties become leashes, shoes become sneakers, porches start pleading, come get a drinkers, inside you go, first thing to know, a really soft flow, centered staircases create dual social spaces embracing the notion of hanging out choices, not four flat walls, not over-exposed, think meaningful face-time, not in each other's face all the time. Think winding cheerful light, command-central kitchen, think ceiling height and the discreetest petitest convenientest powder-room ever, still more space to gather, spill out if you'd rather, dine green if it matters on cool blue-stone-scape, but wait, another place, a straight-up mantasy, part garage, part attic, part kayak fanatic, just another dwelling telling bedtime stories, begin to ascend past a reading spot, a day-planning station, back bedroom vacation on a morning veranda, Amanda and Miranda demanding their coffee, front master, soft and lofty, chatter scatters, quiet nights, dreaming deeply beneath the Walter Street lights.

The manager has listed the unit size as 1088 square feet.