Manor · Token Detail
Manor #48
Manor follows regional materials, historical layers, preservation states and lived-in spaces across a Europe of estates that never quite existed.

Token information
- Collection
- Manor
- Token ID
- #48
- Region / Cultural Zone
- northern Italy
- Estate Type
- Country house
- Primary Era
- Neoclassical
- Secondary Era / Alteration
- None
- Subject Type
- Façade
- Condition
- Well preserved
- Occupancy State
- Actively inhabited
- Interior State
- Fully furnished historical
- Garden State
- Restored historic garden
- Season
- Spring
- Weather / Atmosphere
- Recent rain
- Lighting
- Diffuse daylight
- Framing
- Staircase composition
- Scale
- Large country house
- Orientation
- Portrait 2:3
- Rarity
- Common
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