We are staying for Easter Week in a place outside Columbus called Easton, with apartments supposedly based on London's Regency terraces, offering an "Old English" lifestyle.
They are a little like Potemkin villages; the backs are not so salubrious.
(This might well be the last bit of snow left in Ohio).
And if you look too closely at the fronts, they're not exactly up to Nash's standards. But never mind, the door is almost like Number Ten's.
And yes your eyes are not deceiving you..
It's built, I suspect, a little broader to accommodate Americans. And there are other subtle Old English touches
They are even geared up for Old English weather, kindly providing umbrellas.
Though it appears that all is not as rosy as it seems. Judging by the copious rules,
they have something of a potential hoodie problem here. In daylight, as in many such places, all is friendly, bustling prosperity, families and fun and businesspeople meeting for leisurely lunches; at night the boys and girls, given the opportunity, will come out to play. Indeed in 2011 a teenager was shot dead here, caught in a showdown between rival gangs. Stern action has been taken to preserve the Paradise; another local joked that every second shopper you see is a security guard. But as a Londoner, I can remind them that, in Old England, a Dickensian underbelly lurked beneath the charm.