This is where it started.
This is where I began to freak out.
This is when I met Rene for the first time, and his son.
This would become the entrance, the kitchen, dining space and den.
The door in the background was the original entrance. Which was a stairwell to the bottom floor that was not ours. We had Rene tear down the wall, cover the stairs (extended the floor over the stairs) and rip out the stairwell that continued up to the bathroom, living room and bedroom.
The blue arrow is the beam we had to replace, as it did not go through to the outer wall.
The yellow arrow is the stairwell that we took out. We assumed and were correct that the beam was connected to the stairs, and not the main wall.
The green arrow is the original entrance, we removed the door and the wall, extending the floor to the outer wall, gaining over a yard in width and five yards in length.
This is not a dart board.
The orange arrow is where the beautiful view of the port is.
The purple arrow is where the new entrance is.
The green arrow points to where the den room is and where we had French doors installed.
The light blue arrow is where the new stairs are.
The yellow arrow is what we had torn out and where the kitchen is now.
So many arrows, I will probably dream about them this evening.
The kitchen is from Ikea. The top is faux marble, the stove top is a white glass induction, the facades are brown/black. The tile rug is vinyl. I had wanted real tiles but Yann could not imagine it looking good, now he wishes it were
the real deal.
Here is a peek into the kitchen, this is where the stair well use to be.
Big difference no?