Built at the turn of the century (in 1914, to be precise), this Rosedale home was (and is), the gatehouse of Drumsnab Park. It also sits right across from what was once Toronto’s oldest inhabited house, Drumsnab, which at one point had the
There was a festival down the street from me at Woodbine Park and this was the line up: After the Gold Rush (Tribute to Neil Young) Monkey Wrench (Tribute to the Foo Fighters) Aeroforce (Tribute to Aerosmith) Sheer Heart Attack (Tribute to
BlogTO has picked up on how adorable my recent listing is! Just two blocks south of Taylor Creek is this adorable piece of history. Built in 1897, 23 Midburn Ave. was once the gardener’s cottage for the Walter Massey estate. If that
DESTINY You often meet your destiny on the path you choose to avoid it. This week in the soap opera of real estate with its twists and turns, the course of destiny is highlighted and we see how wily and
Marry the House, Date the Rate If you want to buy a home, this couldn’t be more appropriate to hear right now. Sometimes in a long term relationship, you don’t always like everything about the other person. You find their
Well… It’s been weird, but here we are; Summer… 2022. If you are buying or selling in Toronto right now, it’s a bit like being on a roller coaster at Canada’s Wonderland… and not one of the big, new ones.
I was interviewed by CTV news exploring the impact of some new foreign homebuyer decisions that rolled out recently. What’s the impact?
To sell or not to sell? That is the question. Whether tis wiser in the fall to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or take a chance against a sea of troubles and by selling, end them? To
The rise of the cottage country market – it depends on who you talk to. As we come into the 2nd summer of Covid-19 in Toronto, we are seeing an exodus of almost biblical proportions to the small towns and lakes
Now is the winter of our discontent, Made glorious summer by this son of York;And all the clouds that lour’d upon our houseIn the deep bosom of the ocean buried.Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,Our bruised arms hung up