The Woodward East Historic District is a smaller historic district, recognized by the National Register of Historic Places, which is completely encompassed by the larger Brush Park neighborhood. The Woodward East Historic District is located on Alfred, Edmund, and Watson Streets from Brush Street to John R Street in Detroit, Michigan. Woodward East is particularly known for the high Victorian style residences constructed for Detroit's wealthiest citizens. A number of grand houses have been restored in recent years paying particular attention on the various architectural details, including Second Empire slate Mansard roofs, Romanesque columns and classical dentiled cornices.
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