511 Perth Avenue, Toronto

Behold a noble home of such refinement, one might confuse it for a mini Buckingham Palace if Buckingham had better lighting and TWO parking spots. (Yes, 2. In Toronto. Gasp.) Step through the grand front door and into a stately hallway whispering tales of candlelit banquets and awkward small talk. To the left a royal parlour adorned with crown moldings, a medallioned chandelier, and windows crowned in stained glass, a true mark of taste, if not direct royal lineage. (The main living areas feature warm, light-stained hardwood floors and freshly painted neutral walls that let that stained-glass glow really sing.) Beyond lies the dining hall, where feasts and dessert debates await. But the true crown jewel? The kitchen. Bathed in sunlight and armed with stainless steel appliances. Subway tiles rumoured to be laid by Garyangelo, Michelangelo's lesser-known brother who chose backsplash glory over ceiling fame, and a butcher block island for slicing crumpets and plotting world domination. (That island comfortably seats four on solid stools beneath a trio of black pendant lights — perfect for casual breakfasts or tactical treaty-signing.) Enter Sir Charles, the dishwasher: silent, loyal, and never misses a spot. Ascend to the sleeping quarters where the sun-kissed primary chamber faces the front gardens, offering dreams filled with quiet luxury. (Generous front windows flood the room with morning light and showcase the original mouldings.) Two more bed chambers await, one with built-ins for storing scrolls and treasures, the other for guests, heirs, or banished snorers. Then...the bathroom. A sanctuary with a clawfoot tub, so resplendent you may find yourself composing sonnets mid-soak. A temple of tilework, so intricate, so divine, it may have been laid by the hands of Renaissance angels or at least someone with extreme attention to grout lines. (The bath also includes a charming painted blue vanity, single sink and patterned floor tile that anchors the space beautifully.) Below, the unfinished basement holds your storage dreams and your laundry (which Charles politely declines). (Down here you’ll find full‑size front‑loading washer and dryer units, exposed ceiling joists, painted brick walls, and ready storage/utility space around the hot water tank and furnace.) And in a land riddled with parking woes, rejoice! For this estate grants thee two drama-free, chariot-ready parking spots. A gift from the heavens (or the city bylaws either way, we thank them). The rear yard is equally delightful — a private fenced garden with stone patio, raised planters, mature shrubs and a handy garden shed, perfect for summer suppers and horticultural scheming. Near the Junction, High Park, TTC, and the long-prophesied Smart Track. Long live the crown moldings. Long live the tilework. And above all. Long live Charles. (id:1945)