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I live in a terrace house in Cambridge, which means that my house was probably built sometime in the 1880s, is very narrow and is sited very close to a narrow sidewalk and narrow street:

This is the view from immediately in front of my house.

I met someone recently who described my neighborhood as “gritty,” which I guess it is a little bit.  But I love it.  And one of the first things I noticed as we were getting settled in is, when your front door is inches from every passerby’s face, doorknockers become an important means of home decor.  The doorknockers in my neighborhood are amazing.  In a twenty-minute walk yesterday, I counted 38 distinct ones.