Who knows what the story is here (we’d wager a deceased estate) but we’re pretty confident in any case it’s not long for this world. Although the agent rather strangely ping/pongs (but mostly pongs) between BUILD YOUR DREAM HOUSE hysteria and trifling recognition of all the 60s architecture now lost along this strip, we know in essence the type of buyer they want. The type that knocks down. The type who pays no heed to sensational roof lines, brickwork or design. Save for a savior, this listing is set for our electronic archive.
