Be the holy, did these guys make a pact with the devil…?
The sun shone down on Greystones today with a vengeance, which meant that the official opening of the first batch of Marina Village homes looked and felt like you were walking through a brochure.
Of course, all the spanking new furniture and groovy designs helped that dreamlike state take hold, but there was a definite hint of paradise found down by the harbour today.
And as the prospective buyers took a good look around – and you can now find the prices and specifics here, after we finally got all our figures straight – we thought it would be rather cool to take a video tour of the first house on the lot.
Naturally, we had to avoid revealing any of these beautiful people also having a gander, in case they were having an affair, or on the run – or, worse, minor celebrities.
Greystones has been attracting a lot of those lately.
We’ve got some proper shots here to show you too, revealing all the snazzy design work that went into this new Greystones development. A development that will eventually include a 14-acre park further on down as the rest of the houses and apartments come into fruition.
You can find out more about Marina Village on the official website right about here. And you can witness the great big Irish Times love-in that appeared the day after our exclusive – ahem! – right here.
Oh, and before the really groovy pics, we took two shots from the promo magazine too – interesting artist’s impressions of what the finished village will actually look like. All after yet another crappy GGTV video exclusive inside the Fanore, of course…
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Went to view. You had no sea view from the front rooms, only a car park and the masts of boats . No sea! The back had a postage stamp sized garden with zillions of windows winking down on you from your back neighbours.. The inside architectural plans, layout were good, rooms reasonable sizes. But the hotel like interior decor had no character . What came to mind was the song ” little boxes” . Oh and the claustrophobic sense that you couldn’t breathe for a neighbour looking at you. You couldn’t swing the preverbal cat there. I’d say you couldn’t have a conversation in the house or garden without a neighbour hearing every word. They certainly crammed in their money boxes. Well I suppose if you like brand new, communal living looking at a car park or your neighbours back wall or two or three it’s worth it.
Oooh, you’re a charmer, and no mistake.
I called to find out about ‘viewing’ and was told the houses are ‘going on sale’ at 2pm sat and first come first served!! Back to those days! Either there are a lot of cash buyers out there or someone is talking up the frenzy going all over again.