Between Balmoral and Osborne
My friend lived in a charming area in the center of the city where veteran soldiers returning from WWII set up their first homes. We were sitting in the backyard when I asked where the beautiful fragrance of lilacs was coming from, and he pointed out the little yellow house across the back lane. “Do you want to see the place? The owners have just put it on the market.” I can never pass up a walk amongst flowers.