housefront

“But as I recall you live pretty close to the center of Xalapa, and I suspect your local "Mom and Pop" stores have more of a selection than what's available in the few tiny housefront tienditas that can be found in our little colonia on the outskirts of town.”

Things looking up in Tuxpan

“I respect her writing and say this (like your lurker) without wagging my finger, but I really don't know how she sleeps at night, have such a vast readership and having her names and home city (and pictures of their housefront, to boot) so unbelieveably public.”

Exposed

“Grange — not if I might have the privilege of flinging joseph off the highest gable, and painting the housefront with”

Wuthering Heights

“The architecture of Brooklyn is whimsical at one moment, ugly the next, just like the gardens or door-steps would be: one housefront barren, ugly and worn down, perhaps with garbage blown up in a corner, next door it would be bright, decorated and neat, cared for to the extreme.”

Archive 2001-09-01

“And the rutty paving stones which stretch from housefront to housefront are crawling with people and goats and dogs and children.”

Europe Revised

“On the housefront, tall, shiny windowpanes reflect our coming.”

The New Yorker

“But once Google Street View starts by the end of the year people will still have the option to inform Google if they want their housefront made unrecognizable through a function on”

Reuters: Top News

“I respect her writing and say this (like your lurker) without wagging my finger, but I really don’t know how she sleeps at night, have such a vast readership and having her names and home city (and pictures of their housefront, to boot) so unbelieveably public.”

Exposed | Her Bad Mother

“I lunched in a dusky ballroom whose ceiling was vaulted, frescoed and gilded with the fatal facility of a couple of centuries ago, and which looked out upon another ancient housefront, equally huge and equally battered, separated from it only by a little wedge of dusky space -- one of the principal streets, I believe, of Genoa -- whence out of dim abysses the population sent up to the windows (I had to crane out very far to see it) a perpetual clattering, shuffling, chaffering sound.”

Italian Hours