I think I died when I just stumbled upon this little Victorian cottage in New York. It is literally the most precious thing I have ever seen.
It doesn't have a bathroom or a kitchen, but as a cute little hide-out I will say this wins, hands-down. I want to go curl up on that couch with a book on a summer day. It reminds me of Marie Antoinettes (not-so) little house her husband gave her.
From the NYT