First, let me just inform you that the original title of this post was “Something Turret Home About” but I decided to spare you all the awful architecture pun and instead infuse this post with a sprinkle of Casablanca quotes. You’re welcome! Now on to the details of my next adventure.
When I originally “planned” this road trip (the night before–I never make plans that far ahead), I expected that we’d get to Louisville early in the morning and then have most of the day to explore before heading south of the city and finding a motel to spend the night.
Since Josh and I were several hours behind schedule due to our detours in Carrollton and La Grange, we opted to follow an abbreviated version of my original itinerary. As we first entered the city, we drove by the Louisville Water Tower and stopped just long enough to grab a few pictures of its impressive reflection in puddles left by the recent storm.
A few minutes later, we arrived at Louisville’s waterfront park. We enjoyed the sunny afternoon as we walked through the park, taking time to appreciate the homage to Abraham Lincoln, and then encountering the Ohio River once more as we continued across the pedestrian bridge, where we had a view of the city’s skyline.
On our way to an architectural exploit, we drove through the downtown area just so we could say we saw the giant baseball bat attached to the Louisville Slugger Museum. Then we moved right along.
When I had researched Louisville (a day ago), I had learned that the city is home to the largest Victorian district in the US.
Naturally, I made it my mission to find this wonderful place; I’ve always enjoyed ogling Victorian architecture, and I’m never going to give up a chance to possibly see a big pink house with a pointy turret.
Josh and I made our way to St. James and Belgravia Court. As we turned the corner into the magnificent neighborhood, we passed a gigantic castle that housed a museum and set the precedent for all that we would see during our last burst of sightseeing in Louisville.
We parked on a street of Victorian homes and got out of the car, eager to lay our eyes on some architectural treasures.
A fountain in the center of the block caught our eye first, after which a nearby statue called our attention to the fact that the block was lined with gas lights.
As we walked around the square, I could hardly contain my excitement. These historic houses were so deliciously beautiful! Of course, I spent a little time imagining what sort of stories have taken place behind these immaculate walls, but mostly I just gawked.
The only words I could think of to describe my view were the enthusiastic movie review cliches that I had recently covered with my students (thanks to our outdated ESL workbook that I’m not entirely sure was relevant at any point in the past decade).
It was a “visual treat!”
These architects gave “the performance of a lifetime!”
It was “chock full of dazzling scenes” and “breathtaking masterpieces!”
This place was “fun for the whole family!”
It was a “feast for the eyes!”
Knowing that these houses were not to be underestimated, I was “at the edge of my seat!”
Many of the houses were “truly remarkable!”
It was “visually stunning!”
And the showstopping climax of this particular spectacle was everything I had hoped for: a sensational pink palace.
How better to end my short time in Louisville than with a cake-like mansion on a warm autumn day?! Not an easy day to forget!
Josh and I drove off into the sunset feeling that this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship with Louisville! I simply loved everything we did there, and there’s so much more I can’t wait to do next time I visit. Most of all, I can’t wait to go on another long walk in my favorite new neighborhood and whisper sweet nothings to my darling pink house. Here’s lookin’ at you, Big Pink!
Is anybody else a huge fan of grandiose architecture? Which of these houses is your favorite?