Didn't bother seeing the inside before putting an offer on the place. When a chalet on Snug Harbour Rd goes up for sale at Christmas time, especially the most remote, the brightest, and the loveliest, you don't sit around thumbing your bum out of wonderment if you should act or not. Even if your primary home is in Prince Edward Island, you also own a penthouse in a high-rise with floor-to-ceiling windows and panoramic views of both the lake and downtown smack dab in Toronto's Financial District, and a Malibu beach house that you spend the coldest months of PEI winter sojourning, you still jump on it.
Besides wanting a place close enough to the airport to crash without burning on my first nights back in Ontario, I purchased the Penthouse mostly for my friends, anyway, to party it up in style whenever they want. I may decide to sell it in a decade or two when the appeal wanes, unless I happen to find younger friends to enjoy it, as I don't have any business in Toronto. But, The Snug Harbour Estate will be my Ontario family holiday home.