The Taj Mahal on the Swan it was called, a family home for the now financially troubled Oswals, a potential tourism attraction, gathering autumn leaves in the corners as it sits, abandoned.
A little over the top you might say.
For a family of four.
An appalling waste of money.
But there’s something inspiring about it too don’t you think?
I mean, to have such a vision, even if it isn’t to your taste…. to spend $70M on that dream.
One woman’s dream.
I love that.
I wouldn’t do it myself, but then I wouldn’t like making decisions on new taps let alone a whole house, let alone a mansion.
I love the fact that some people go there.
This is how the great houses of England were built.
How the Taj Mahal was built.
One man’s dream.
I’m kind of sad that maybe they have to sell it half done.
That we will never see the Taj Mahal on the Swan.
Mind you… we did see Prix d’Amour… and I’m not sure that was such a good thing.
What’s the betting the new owners knock our Taj over and divide up the blocks.