What can you get for $1,000 / SF in Irvine?
72 Golden Eagle Irvine, CA 92603
Price: $12,995,000
| Beds: | 6 |
| Baths: | 9 |
| Sq. Ft.: | 10,964 |
| $/Sq. Ft.: | $1,185 |
| Lot Size: | 0.94
Acres |
| Property Type: | Single Family Residence |
| Style: | Villa |
| Year Built: | 2008 |
| Stories: | 3+ |
| View: | Golf Course |
| Area: | Turtle Rock |
| County: | Orange |
| MLS#: | U8004266 |
| Source: | SoCalMLS |
| Status: | Active |
| On Redfin: | 89 days |
was inspired by the famed La Suvera estate in Tuscany. Like its
namesake, this gracious home enjoys pastoral views – in this case, the
gently rolling hills of Shady Canyon . From the moment you enter the
residence through the lovely formal front pavilion you are surrounded
by the highest quality craftsmanship, materials and amenities, all
working together to create an atmosphere of casual elegance. In
addition to the spacious master and guest suites – all with ensuite
baths – revel in large public rooms including living and dining rooms,
gourmet kitchen and great room, large downstairs game room and theater
and a formal library parlor. Other amenities include a wine cellar with
adjacent wine dining room and both subterranean and above grade parking
for a total of four vehicles. Lovely landscaped grounds envelop the
residence and include a pool, spa and pool cabana.
Nice place, but it is a bit too much like a castle to me. It doesn’t feel very cozy. To each his own…
{book}
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
{book}
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As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
In the meantime, the banks are lining up bagholders to absorb the remaining market losses. There is still plenty of kool aid in the market in Irvine, and there seems to be no shortage of those with good credit and enough cash willing to buy at our inflated prices. Of course, there is also no shortage of distressed properties either, and this supply will continue to grow. Bagholders provide a useful function. If these people did not step forward to overpay for housing, the banks would be absorbing even larger losses, and our economic system would be put in even more jeopardy.
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Riding on the range,
Great entertaining floorplan! Spacious open kitchen with Euro white