This house is along the same road as the shop on the previous photograph but nearer the north coast. It is among many houses I would like to retire to. I love its formal and yet awkward symmetry, the central door with its blue glass and the cross-shaped assembly it forms with the windows. I wonder whether this is religious intention at work here. I rather imagine it is purely an economy of structure and effort. I also love its heavily mascara'd window- and door frames, its side entrance with its small volume set back and stuck on as well as the way the plinth meets the gently sloping grass and the uncertain strenght of the wavy roofline. All this is set in a glorious and lush Jamaican vegetation.