Inside the penthouse of the Smith Tower, more than 35 stories and 362-feet into the cool Seattle air, lives a particularly lucky family. I need to live in a tower. I hate them.
OK. I don’t hate them. The youngsters are adorable and the mom seems to have an inventive side. I’m just jealous. They, at the side of dad, are the Franklin family. They preside like overlords over Seattle in their two-story penthouse/lighthouse condo with among the best views inside the city.
Getting into the apartment feels like an adventure:
To get to the penthouse apartment, the family rides up 35 stories past mostly vacant office suites, debarks next to an observation deck and a Chinese-themed banquet room, passes through a portal marked ” private residence,” and climbs two stories into the neo-Gothic pyramid.
No word of any trap doors, but I mean, come on… [ NYT ]
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