Welcome to the big, bad North End. This cute home, with gorgeous foliage, color scheme, and white picket fence, is located in the Blue Hills neighborhood, one of the several neighborhoods that compose Hartford’s North side. If one were to take this street to the end, traverse the Weaver High track, one street, railroad tracks and river, she would find herself on the University of Hartford campus, which is also located in the Blue Hills neighborhood; the University of Hartford is not in the West End, as some claim. Geographically, nothing in Hartford is tremendously far from anything else.
Although this particular house was not one I looked at during the house hunt (I don’t believe it was for sale), I looked at others nearby. Many of the streets in this neighborhood could easily pass at those in Manchester, Newington, Bloomfield, or Windsor. It’s fairly quiet, save for all the elementary school children boarding buses or walking home mid-afternoon. Nobody tried selling me drugs any of the times I was in the area. I never saw any weapons. I never heard gunshots. It hardly appeared to be a war zone, as some make it out to be.