Marble House, and heading home

The last house we visited this trip was Marble House. Literally a house made of marble, inside and out. On the floors. On the walls. On the ceiling. Unbelievable.

They had a Gold Room, and not because the fabric was gold colored. If it wasn't marble or some exotic wood I'd never heard of, the rest of the room was decorated in gold leaf, from ceiling to doorknob. With glass doors. I can't imagine what the place must have looked like by candlelight.

And the "austere" bedrooms upstairs. The lady of the house had a room covered in lilac silk to die for. OK, a bit frou frou for some, but I've always wanted to cover a room in fabric. Maybe not silk, but it looked SO cool.

And to think, the lady of the house only lived here for 3 years before she divorced her husband. I would have kept the house...

I only got a couple of pictures of the exterior because it was rainy and windy.


The front entrance to Marble House


A detail of the fountains at the front entrance

After we saw Marble House, it was time to head home. We stopped for lunch at the White Horse Tavern and had a delicious meal. Then we headed home with our new traveling companion that we picked up at The Elms. His name is Cliff Walker (ha ha):



And here's our parting shot--the Newport Country Club off of Ocean Drive.