Luxury Penthouse For Sale

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r. The condo overlooks Central Park on one side and a bunch of stately old buildings on the other.It also provides a clear view of the neighbor’s penthouse suite. Seriously, you’d only need a weak telescope to read their bank statements, which might come in handy for those trying to keep up with the Joneses, but holds no allure for me.Imagine what else you might see. Imagine what they might see.The condo is located on one of the top floors of a glass building, and with the exception of the bedroom walls, the entire place has mostly glass partitions. You can see into the kitchen from the library. Your neighbor could probably see into your kitchen from their library.By the way, I couldn’t find a single book in the room labeled “library.” I don’t get it.At least 100 people could probably watch you shower. They’d know when you shaved your legs.The video shows an immaculate condo decorated in the modern mode du jour, with white carpet, white upholstery, white walls, and white stuffed animals on the beds. I saw one or two muted turquoise sofa pillows here and there, but other than that, nothing popp

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ed.I suppose the minimal decorations should allow me to imagine my own preferences. To make it mine in my head, so to speak. I guess I should be grateful for the illusion.Since the place has no terrace, it has no obvious capacity for anything green. I guess I could add a houseplant or two, but not being able to walk outside from inside my own home seems a bit institutional.Where would my dogs do their business? Would somebody watch them do it?And, seriously, only three bedrooms? For that price, I would expect to house my entire family of five without anyone having to share a room.While viewing the video, the thought occurred to me that I’m not cut out for the upper-crust. Views are wonderful, and being able to observe your neighbor’s existence might appeal to a certain type of person, but not me.Besides, all I could think of was, “How in the hell would anyone keep this place clean?”No thanks at any price. I’ll keep my messy place in the boonies with my dogs, kids, garden and walnut-colored hardwood floors. I know where I’m meant to be and I’m fine with it.</article></body>

Spying on the uber-rich

A friend and I share a love of real estate. That is, we like to look at things we can’t afford and dream about how we might live in them, or about what we might tweak to make them absolutely perfect. It’s our form of cheap entertainment.

This morning, he sent me a link to a condo for sale in New York with a price tag of over $28 million dollars. It boasts almost 360 degree views, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, and 3,000 square feet of luxury space.

Jittery with anticipation, I opened the link to the virtual tour. It was a loving home movie featuring every room of the condo, accompanied by superb symphony music. Nothing I recognized, but a first-class soundtrack nonetheless.

The views are clearly spectacular. The condo overlooks Central Park on one side and a bunch of stately old buildings on the other.

It also provides a clear view of the neighbor’s penthouse suite. Seriously, you’d only need a weak telescope to read their bank statements, which might come in handy for those trying to keep up with the Joneses, but holds no allure for me.

Imagine what else you might see. Imagine what they might see.

The condo is located on one of the top floors of a glass building, and with the exception of the bedroom walls, the entire place has mostly glass partitions. You can see into the kitchen from the library. Your neighbor could probably see into your kitchen from their library.

By the way, I couldn’t find a single book in the room labeled “library.” I don’t get it.

At least 100 people could probably watch you shower. They’d know when you shaved your legs.

The video shows an immaculate condo decorated in the modern mode du jour, with white carpet, white upholstery, white walls, and white stuffed animals on the beds. I saw one or two muted turquoise sofa pillows here and there, but other than that, nothing popped.

I suppose the minimal decorations should allow me to imagine my own preferences. To make it mine in my head, so to speak. I guess I should be grateful for the illusion.

Since the place has no terrace, it has no obvious capacity for anything green. I guess I could add a houseplant or two, but not being able to walk outside from inside my own home seems a bit institutional.

Where would my dogs do their business? Would somebody watch them do it?

And, seriously, only three bedrooms? For that price, I would expect to house my entire family of five without anyone having to share a room.

While viewing the video, the thought occurred to me that I’m not cut out for the upper-crust. Views are wonderful, and being able to observe your neighbor’s existence might appeal to a certain type of person, but not me.

Besides, all I could think of was, “How in the hell would anyone keep this place clean?”

No thanks at any price. I’ll keep my messy place in the boonies with my dogs, kids, garden and walnut-colored hardwood floors. I know where I’m meant to be and I’m fine with it.