This is not Edith Wharton's house, but it's nearby. Something really interesting about Edith's house is that, unlike most estates built during the Gilded Age, it has no grand stairway or fancy main entrance. The entry to Edith's house is a small dark room on the bottom floor, from which the stairs aren't even visible. She designed it to feel dim and damp like an Italian grotto, maybe even purposely unwelcoming. Edith didn't give a hoot about impressing people. This is why her house only has a few bedrooms; she never had big parties. She only wanted to be near to her close ones and everything she did in her life she did out of joy and passion and curiosity, not to please others or gain importance. She became important and made people happy by being herself, and she was so amazing. "I have sometimes thought that a woman's nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting-room, where the members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the handles of whose doors perhaps are never turned; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the holy of holies, the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep..." - Edith Wharton
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