There is no place like this. This house has been shaped, room by room, by someone who lives inside her own aesthetic — not decorated to trend, built to mean something. A garden with a bench under an apple tree opens onto the deck, furnished almost entirely in refurbished vintage pieces around a table built from repurposed telephone poles. Sun-drenched, with cool shade over the bar area — there's a loose tiki thread to it, without ever tipping into kitsch, plus an open area for dancing. The yard beyond offers an L-shaped couch that comfortably seats six, a hanging chair, and a bike rack, plus a dedicated stage area [to be described]. Down the side yard, a private entrance leads into a large studio apartment with kitchenette and full bathroom. Twenty-five mature trees give the property a hidden, secluded feel despite sitting on a busy, walkable street — an oasis in the middle of the city, steps from the beach and Retro Row's bars and restaurants.