Morey Mansion

There we were at a gorgeous historic home. Me, I was trespassing carefully, staying to well defined paths and touching nothing. My camera batteries died and on my way back to the car to get a new one, a woman calls out to me from her car and roughly asks if she can help me? Ohhhhhh noooooo. Do I pretend I'm lost? That I'm a tourist with no English? That I'm from the bank? We had already been kicked out of the Kimberly Crest mansion at that point (open to the public, my ass), maybe these IE people were more results-oriented than the paranoid Monrovians. I decided to be a humble admirer and said I was just there to look at the beautiful house, smile smile. Turns out, she was the owner and invited me inside to have a look around! Oh my goodness, everything was museum perfect. A really wonderful restoration and beautifully preserved, it must have cost a bundle. I was super careful to not touch anything because I was so afraid of cracking or smudging or breaking or who knows what. You could barely hear us walking around and we only spoke in hushed voices, mainly, I think, because we were afraid the owner would remember we were there and shoo us out. It's a B&B now and the owner had guests upstairs, so we kept to the ground floor only and in the front since she was doing something or other in the kitchen in the back.

My photos came out really noisy because I had to turn it up to 400 because, when I saw all the California art tile, my hands started shaking and it wasn't super bright inside. And I was trying to hurry.