Quietly hiding in plain sight and so discreet that even seasoned agents on broker tour didn't realize this charming 4-unit building was a condo (it is!). Call it what you want - pied-a-terre, first DC foothold, new love shack - perhaps even your M-F crash pad while you're busy trying to save the world. Roughly 560sf, punches well above its weight because nothing here is trying too hard. Original heart-of-pine floors do most of the talking, old-growth, dense, full of history - the kind that can't be replicated, only appreciated, you know the type. Top floor is never by accident. The living space points you due south - the kind that demands sunglasses, while the bedroom opens to a private north-facing balcony - quiet, unexpected and oddly addictive. Add a wood-burning fireplace and suddenly this feels less like a condo and more like a well-kept secret. The kitchen gets it right: black granite counters, gas cooking and a new refrigerator (yes, BRAND new). A newly renovated bath that's dialed in and unapologetically good, borderline great. There's new washer/dryer (like the new refrigerator) because civilized living matters. Then - because every great place needs a moment - the piece de resistance: totally private roof deck with 360-degree views of the Washington skyline. No sharing. No sign-up sheet. No pretending it's communal. Just yours. You're about four blocks from Eastern Market, the soul of Capitol Hill for more than 150 years - where food, neighbors, and weekends collide in exactly the right way and your Metro ticket to everywhere.. Then the the detail that quietly steals the show: condo fee is $150/month. Yep, that's correct. This isn't loud. It isn't flashy. It's confident, self-aware and very comfortable knowing it's not for everyone, maybe just YOU. Come see it. You tell me.
