Russian doll's house

Walking to work in the autumn sun beats chittering home in the pitch black, these days. One route to the Victoria line takes me past a house like the ones I'd draw when I was little - door in the middle, windows scattered round it, with a stubby chimney poking out the roof. It makes me smile.

What caught my eye is that the owners have placed an identical doll's house in the upstairs-middle window. Brilliant!

I found myself cackling in the street like a mental when I first spotted it.

To me it begs the question: is there a smaller house still perched proudly above its mini front door? Does this pattern go on and on, spiraling down to the microscopic (and unhinged)?


I've never got closer than when I took this photo, so I've no idea. I'm happy not knowing; it's better having this child's house half-drawn in my head.