It turned out that I wasn’t supposed to (for which I apologized) but my feet hurt and so I sat down the first place available inside the architect’s famed Glass House in New Canaan, CT. And my mother, well, being my mother, snapped a photo.
The guide didn’t freak out, for which I give him a lot of credit.
My point is that there was no velvet rope across it and no sign saying “no sitting.” The kitchen area has functional cabinets filled with what I can only presume are reproductions of period tableware.
The mini-fridge holds items for when they have fundraisers there.
This is a historic house museum that encourages you to get up close and personal with the space – here’s a photo I took looking into the bathroom mirror there. (I’d like to point out that this was taken in 2010, before the whole selfie craze swept the nation.)