314 Rideau Street

Truth is, I like the Inner Harbour best. I walk up to The Elm for a coffee in the morning, and when time allows I take the K & P Trail down to Belle Park and then out to that glorious sinking island in the middle of the Cataraqui River. It’s an hour and ten round-trip, and the best part of many of my days. The downtown core is a fifteen-minute stroll in the other direction. 314 Rideau St was probably built to house people working in the shipyards, or at the Woollen Mill. It’s a cottage, through and through, both modest and charming. There were once serious woods behind the house and now those acres are shared with ball diamonds and soccer fields. The restored Broom Factory is directly opposite, pretty much, with its cafe and its concert spaces, its funky and low-slung red-brick architecture, its lone EV plug. The house itself is bright and well-appointed, with three beds and two baths, and a kitchen (with its own island) big enough for your choir group singalongs. There is a wooden beam strung with industrial lights that screams back forty square dance, though I don’t have a clue why. There is a private-feeling deck out back, and a block shed. Mostly I think what I feel about this little blue house is that I’m pleased I get to offer it for sale, that you can still buy a good house downtown in the low 400s. It feels to me a smart place to start the home ownership part of your life, or even to wind that stage up, and if someone tossed me the key I’d be mighty thrilled.