Either that, or else someone is trying to stir up trouble with Nancy. Or Marie. Or both.

There was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile;
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat that caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
This place? Not so little, but definitely crooked.

Appears to have been 1049, 1051, and 1053 Coal Street. There's a rather sharp drop in the road just past where 1053 would have been if you look at Google street view.

The doors on the second floor appear to be Dutch doors (half doors) where just the top part opens (possibly bottom too as an option). They each appear to have a ledge.

I love to see old houses with doors that open out onto sheer nothingness -- in this case, directly above proper doors that open onto the sidewalk. These upper doors even have their own addresses.

Here's hoping no one sailed out of a second-floor door unwittingly and had to lie up on some Sanotuft bedding to recuperate. But if they did, I hope it was within what must have been a lovely room behind the white starched curtains and scalloped, fringed shades pulled down four-fifths of the way to the sill. And I hope that Sam loved Marie to the very end.

On a crooked street, and there lived a crooked cat, etc, etc. etc.

A nursery rhyme from when I was a little boy. (not sure if Dave is making reference to that.)

[Thanks DanV]