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If you lived here {*probably some where in Marin in the mid 70s}, I'd invite myself over on a Saturday afternoon and we'd lay around drinking coffee poured from the chemex, nibbling on your home made sour dough, while listening to a little Nick Drake.
namaste
*thank you to the, very astute, maison21 for pointing out that this in fact is NOT at all in Marin County but in the county of Los Angeles {hey that's where I live}.
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you can visit the grounds, but not inside:
http://www.eamesfoundation.org/
I'm so there with you... so come on over... PeAcE OuT...
Okay, so I'm lying. Apparently the house is not in Marin nor does it look remotely like mine but still--come on over and we'll hot tub with some incense and Van Morrison.