The house was a mess! It was a former post-communist bicycle workshop with the attic crammed with bike parts, a lingering smell of diesel and grease everywhere, and the courtyard full of junk. The house was far from habitable.
But it had everything we were looking for: spacious, incredibly old, with thick 80cm stone and brick walls, a high enough attic to add a mezzanine without raising the roof, a cellar, a courtyard and a lot of stuff just waiting to be restored.


































